[Something does move, a lookout, and Garrus drops them. It's nice to have a Widow in his hands again, even if it's a simulated one and not his. That should come soon. He hopes.]

Neither of you figured out it was a trap.

[He can hear the disbelief in her voice. That makes this better. He's pulling one over on her by telling the truth. Also it's good to unwind, so very good.]

You kept falling. Hit a billboard or two, tumbled into some freezer storage for a place, and got contacted by intelligence analyst Brooks, who informed you someone was stealing your ID codes and wanted to kill you. You followed her guidance, being shot at by mercs along the way, to try to find your way to a car.

Meanwhile, Joker let all of us know what was going on and we started mobilizing. Liara got to you first. I would have. But Sparatus and Victus wouldn't stop talking.

[A sigh. He still hates that he wasn't able to get there sooner, even if he knows there's nothing he could have done, and that it worked out.]

Wrex got there second. Apparently he dropped down from one floor onto a stolen C-Sec car, smashing it and helping get you to safety. Gonna skip a lot of details after that, like us infiltrating Silversun Casino's security measures and office, and skip to the point where we called in everyone and started chasing after the person responsible for taking your codes and trying to kill you.

[He stops, mandibles flaring, letting the shuttle settle down as he pauses for dramatic effect. She won't buy this. She will not for a second buy this and he is having a fantastic day.]

Your clone. With Brooks as assistant.

[Garrus steps off the shuttle, so proud of himself, sinking into cover and looking back at Shepard.]

Should I go on?