[Garrus; it's a name that rolls off the tongue far better than some of the humans' do. Oran gives one more careful nod, but he appears to brighten at the clarification.]

Ah! That's excellent... there's much for you here, I think, if you don't mind bartering in credits instead of gold.

[One fantasy Ye Olde deriding the idea of imaginary money: check.]

The city is quite safe, aside from these little pests... but the wilds beyond are both dangerous and rewarding. My friend has been hiring guards to help while he catalogues the plant life, for example, and...

[Oran considers... this probably isn't riveting conversation.]

Do you have anything you're missing, that you need? I know it can be hard to... ah... settle in.