ME2: What it says on the tin.
“CHAKWAS!” Shepard cried out as the airlock opened, her throat and lungs burning with a different name than the one on her lips. Distress had her vision swimming, but she managed to find the doctor’s silver hair in the crowd that greeted them on the other side. “It’s Garrus,” She explained helplessly, indicating the unconscious turian over whom she kneeled. Was he recognizable? Shepard didn’t know. The telltale blue of his tattoos was upstaged by a darker, slicker, more worrying shade seeping from the right side of his face, smeared across Shepard’s hands and falling in heavy droplets through the metal grating on the floor.