[Garrus has always found something just a little bit absurd about cross-species formal functions, and it's more than just the difference in idea of formal attire between the various species. Perhaps it's the sight of round volus diplomats dancing with willowy asari, or the care the caterers take not to mix up dextro and levo food.

Regardless, the slight flare and downward tilt of his mandibles suggests amusement as he peels away from a pair of fellow turians to lope towards Shepard.]

Is it just me, or have half the people here already worked out fifteen ways to kill each other using nothing but serving trays and a champagne flute?