A glass shaking box would be more than welcome at this point. Garrus is pretty sure he's extended all the good will he has available in not getting aggressive with this thing. He was already about at his limit, and now he had a second dragon invading his personal space. He did his best to shoo the second one away-- go back to annoying the small, furry lifeform from which it had came.

"Not as far as I know," And if there were some sort of return policy, he would love to hear about it. As it is, the bulbous thing bounced down from his head to settle on his shoulder. Between that and Rocket's dragon, he now found himself with a matching set. "I think I've already dealt with an hour of this, I'm a few minutes away from seeing what happens they meet with the business end of a rifle."