"You have more experience with them than I. They were 'in' to eating carrion for most of my life," regardless, he takes a look in Garrus's direction, studies the thing as well as he can from that angle. He is about to say 'take it anyway' to make up for his own nearly empty bag when the lights go out, leaving them in essential darkness.

He swears, the darkness is sudden and suffocating, his pathetic vision had grown used to the bright white, reflective walls, and for a moment he can see nothing but the echo of the Turian's outstretched hand, a faded impression on the back of his eyelids.

"Curse this place," he growls, stands up, too quickly. His head is light and he can see nothing, "Turian, you have a flashlight, do you not? These primitive human eyes lack night vision."