"Wait, I thought you brought it."

There's a split-second spent in darkness where Garrus considers his options; whether he should make an attempt to pocket the glass first or put it back and risk shattering it on the floor. Backpack. Going with the backpack.

"Give me a minute." He only burns up half that much before the light from his communicator breaks through the darkness. "And the most resourceful turian of the year award goes to..."