"Yes, Shepard we have door handles. Most of them are underground in bunkers where the nukes couldn't reach though," Wrex told his friend. After Wrex arrived at the table, he looked at the small chair and it's back support, looked back at his tail, and then sighed. He sat his tray down on the table and borrowed another chair from a nearby table. He positioned both chairs together with the fronts touching. He nodded his head, satisfied the makeshift seating will support his weight, girth, and tail. Then, he sat, giving Shepard a look that dared her to say something about his weight or size.
"As for Grunt," Wrex continued the conversation, "I guess that's what you get when everything you learned came from being created in a test tube. As for Earth, I figured we weren't in our time." He pulled out his large smart phone that had been on him when he woke up and held it up. "Haven't seen non-holo displays on omni-tools in a while." He put the phone away, ate a piece of meat he thinks is called Canadian Bacon, and then asked quietly, "Do you think there's any chance it's the Reapers?"