Garrus could imagine. Every agent feared a burn anyway, and to have your own team not trust you would get under one's skin like no one's business.
At least, it would his.
"Basically. Keep winding up here during the off seasons." Oh, the vague terms they used to sound normal. It'd be funny if it couldn't get you killed. "I like the warmth, I guess. Getting too old for cold winters on the East Coast."