[Which means he has to look way down to meet her eyes -- turians aren't a short species, by any means. His eyes flick around the room, noting the contents, while he idly scrubs at his scars with one hand.]

Guess I should probably say it's nice meeting you.

[Then his attention is distracted. He accepts it, wordlessly, peering inside. His mandibles flick.]

I've never heard of anything like this. Where did it come from?