Even through the cacophony of destruction, she picks his voice out of the many before he even mounts the platform. The amount of relief that washes over her to see him standing tall and unharmed and alive is palpable. It's as if there is one bright spot in all of the devastation she's seen in just a handful of Earth days. Bits of tension roll away, and she shifts her stance and is slightly more relaxed in moments.
For the first time in what feels like another life, a grin splits her face and actually crinkles her eyes nearly closed. She'd hug him for old times' sake, but the bulk of armour and the fact that they are standing in a war zone makes it impractical. It's also slightly unprofessional, but with the way people are dropping out of her life she wouldn't care.
"Garrus," she breathes. You didn't die.
She can take one name off the ever-growing list of people she needs to not die. No matter the situation, he lightens the burden. He makes the goals seem attainable, even if it is just with his over-confidence in her.
Jeryn is relieved that he is the foothold they have to the Turian Fleet. Proudly, she introduces him to the Lieutenant. If there is adoration mingled with the profound respect she has for him, it is only because he's earned it. Many times over.
"I need your help, Garrus," she states with more confidence than she feels.
"When don't you need my help, Shepard?" His tone seems out of place, but it is surely not unwelcome.