Desmond smiled at Garrus, taking a moment to remark that the two of them shared a facial scar. Of course, Desmond's was less exaggerated, being three claw strokes down his face. He would offer his hand to Miranda as he walked beside her to the dance floor. A simple, but gleeful smile came across his face. "Sometimes you gotta be direct. I've probably lost all my tact by now, anyways." He explained, as they finally stepped on to the almost crowded dance floor. It was much more intimidating up close, at least to Desmond.