Cole listened attentively to every word, but he couldn't help noticing the way her clothes fit. It had never been a primary focus in his life, but he'd be lying if he tried to avoid admitting that a woman in uniform was deeply appealing. It was plain that between a former military lifestyle and a current one as a black ops specialist, Commander Reese Amari had spent very little of her time growing complacent. It made him wonder just exactly how informal things were on this ship. Would a pass at the commanding officer be met with a reprimand, or just a laugh? He steered his thoughts back on track--day one, hour zero was<i>not</i>the time to find that out, no matter how much he admired the way her dress hugged her waistline.<br/><br/>"So I'll be your long-range killer. I can live with that. Working with a drell will be interesting, too. Can't say I've ever met one before now, but they don't leave the hanar homeworld too often, do they?" He stood and paced a little, stepping over to the bar. As he suspected, there was a bit of everything. A collection of Earth-based liquors, some strange purple-and-blue asari stuff, a crude bottle of what he though had to be krogan ryncol, even a couple of bottles of some kind of turian dextro-booze, if he had the labels right. He paused and reached out to lift a small bottle of thick amber fluid, almost more like thin syrup than liquor. "Batarian ale. I didn't think you could get this in Council space, not legally." He turned toward her, eyebrow cocked. "But you didn't, did you? God damn."<br/><br/>He set it back down and turned toward her, hooking his thumbs into his jacket. He'd seen her bed near the rear of the quarters, and almost made some kind of cheeky joke as the reality settled in, but again reminded himself that it was simply not the time. "I know I don't exactly have a choice--if I walk away, what do I even have left? And given what you've told me, I'd probably end up having one last meeting with Talyet before I even got to the Wards. But all that aside, commander, I'm in. Show me a target, ask me to end it, and it will be dead within three shots. Less without glass or walls to deal with."