"Can you smell that?" Grunt asked, audibly sniffing the air around him.

"Hm. Scorched meat. Possibly varren." Mordin observed.

"Focus," Shepard demanded, her gun still drawn as she turned the corner.

"How am I supposed to focus when it smells so disgusting?" Grunt asked, his voice displaying his discomfort.

"And here I thought krogan enjoyed roasted varren," Shepard said with an amused grin.

"Funny, Shepard," Grunt deadpanned.

"Hallway clear, Shepard," Mordin announced, lowering his gun as he looked around at their surroundings.

Tuchanka was not as Grunt expected, but it had been everything Mordin expected. Both were left displeased. Shepard's visit had seemed to awaken them all to the effects of the genophage, and the realization seemed to effect them all differently.

Shepard swore to herself that she would do whatever she could to help the krogan, not out of pity, but out of respect. She couldn't tell how her squad mates were reacting, but she left it alone, knowing very well that they would speak with her with any concerns they had.

"Looks like we've cleared the hospital," Shepard declared, putting away her gun. Her stance became relaxed, allowing Grunt and Mordin to take her lead and put away their own weapons.

"So, should we look for the source of the smell? Or can you two wait until we get back to the Normandy to eat dinner?" Shepard asked cheekily as she started back towards the truck that they borrowed from Wrex.

Grunt made a huffed noise, while Mordin contemplated her words.

"Overexposure to Pilot is resulting in poor attempts at humor," Mordin said, though Shepard could hear the hint of amusement in his voice. Shepard smirked, and continued to lead her boys back to the truck.