The huge turian is shirtless as he sits across from you, resting musclebound arms on his barrel-thick legs, his vast chest inflating as he inhales. "Alright- I'll do the old line." He looks up, smirking. "My name is Garrus Vakarian. Codename: Archangel. All around turian bad boy and dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy. Also I kill reapers on the side." He flexes his arm. "I'm carrying heavy ordinance these days. It's a long story- military project, top secret stuff. You know how it is."