"Oh, gentle enough. Got a handprint the size of a relay on my ass, though."<br/><br/>"Oh, spirits. Is there no sense of decorum anywhere on this ship?"<br/><br/>Cole glanced at him, then sighed softly and shrugged. "I apologize for that, Iulian. And for my display earlier. You'll have to excuse the lack of manners--humans aren't as rigidly adherent to military values as your people, and thus we're much more prone to informality. I'll do my best to respect you and your values from here on out, though. Sound good?"<br/><br/>Faustus looked Cole over again, mandibles twitching in what might have been a turian smile. Cole couldn't help but compare the stuffy alien to a cat--not only in looks, but in attitude too. The stiff plating clicked as he tucked both mandibles against his jaw, and he shrugged. "Well, I suppose I can't be disgusted<i>forever</i>, now can I..."<br/><br/>Cole nodded and went to pat the turian's shoulder, then paused and offered a handshake instead. "Glad we got it sorted out, officer. So... wait, what is this about supplies?"<br/><br/>As the three of them set out down the elevator once more, Suni settled into the pilot's seat at the fore of the ship. The pilot before her had been an asari, as she understood it, a powerful biotic who'd used her personal influence with dark energy--or whatever the<i>hell</i>it was biotics did--to assist the ship's movement. Judging by how poorly she had flown the ship, Suni wasn't all that impressed by it. There'd been a complicated rig that sat right on her head before, but a bit of tinkering and authentic quarian ingenuity had turned it from a mental tap into a set of headphones that plugged comfortably into her helmet.<br/><br/>"This is callsign five-two-two, NCS Anzio requesting departure clearance," she said, doing her best to suppress her natural quarian lilt. The respond came soon enough anyway.<br/><br/><i>"Confirm five-two-two, Anzio, you have clearance to depart. Please adhere to lane six-two until clear of superstructure. Happy trails."<br/>
</i><br/>Suni clicked the radio switch twice in acknowledgement before she got them underway, guiding the ship back out of docking and out into Citadel traffic with a single smooth turn. "AIDEN, could you plot a course to Narcissus? If the Flotilla is anywhere nearby, feel free to take us around them by a good wide berth. And play something good for me, something classical. Turian opera sounds lovely right now."<br/><br/>Down with Reese and Faustus, Cole managed to once more irritate the turian with his absolute lack in knowledge of turian organizational methods, though he sensed the frustration was less genuine and more affectionate now. Still, whether he liked it or not, he was treated to a good long lecture about the values and methods of turian sorting. He wasn't sure what was worse--Faustus's enthusiasm, or Reese's amusement. Either way, as it ended he glanced sidelong at the commander with a smirk on his face. "I didn't think you'd actually let him finish," he said quietly. Faust wasn't too far off yet, digging through a crate of medi-gel canisters. "And here I am, saving you from bombardments with a hangover. I always heard command made you cold, but holy hell, Amari."