[ Reynir just blinks a moment like Garrus is actually blowing his mind here, suggesting he could be dangerous in ways undetectable by a small, fluffy kitty cat. The young man allows the now wriggling cat to climb her way up to settle on his shoulder, where it seems she is well-accustomed to sitting. ]

I guess that is true, huh?

[ And then, because he's feeling a little embarrassed over the misunderstanding, and he wants to reassure Garrus he's not going to 'come at him' or anything like that: ]

I didn't mean that kind of dangerous, actually. I meant, like. Contagious.

[ Then, only just then realizing that that itself might seem even more rude, Reynir adds: ]

Old habits, sorry. Disease... is a much bigger deal where I come from than the places other people here are from, I guess. I know everyone who arrives comes through decontamination but there's no quarantine at all, not even for a few days! Freaks me out.

[ Which perhaps will go some way to explaining why each new arrival, even the ones that don't look as unusual as Garrus, seem like potential threats to Reynir. ]

Almost three weeks, now.

[ Then, because he knows his curiosity must be clear and there's really no way to know without asking: ]

Are you a spirit?