Mako
"I never liked C-Sec," she said, taking his wrench and sliding back under the Mako to do something to the drive shaft. This time, the Commander attempted to climb up a ninety degree incline and did something to the steering he couldn't quite fix on his own. "But the Commander deserves every moving violation you have on the books."
He still didn't quite like the idea of asking for help, but he was more comfortable letting Tali borrow his tools now than when they started their mission. Human tools were designed with too many fingers in mind to be used effectively and she always gave them back.
"Every time we get out, I have to stop myself from asking for her license and registration," he admitted, sitting down next to the wheel.
"Kaidan says hers isn't real," she said.
"It has to be real," he replied. "Nobody who likes paperwork that much would drive without a license."
"Even if it is, she shouldn't have it," Tali said. Even muffled under the vehicle, her voice was pleasantly chirpy. "One day, she's going to launch us off a mountain and I don't know if I can fix the poor thing…"
"You sound more concerned about the Mako than the people in it." Not entirely unexpected for a Quarian.
"I don't put this much time into fixing the people," she said. She stuck her hand out from under the Mako. "Could you please pass me the arc welder?"
"It seems like every day there's something new with this." He handed her the tool. "But she's a tough old girl." He gave the tire a gentle pat. "So long as we're here to fix her back up, it'll take more than a bad fall to keep her down."