Garrus saw exactly what Pete was seeing on the other side. "It's a busted guardrail," he confirmed, a string of every curse word ever invented running through his mind. But he'd remain calm and keep that cold facade woven together tightly.
Tire marks streaked against the cement was another noticed detail, when he poked his head out the window. There was more than one set, which meant there was more than one car. "I'm following it down." Vehicle turned, he'd make it down the rocky path, cleared and smoothed out for him from the original crash.