"Nice choice, Vanes," Reese purred, eyes quickly admiring his chosen pistol as she lifted her shirt. Beneath was a panel of black lace beginning just below her waist, looking like nothing more than a simple bit of lingerie to complement her delicate undergarments. The edge disappeared beneath the waistline of her pants. Fingers pulled at the fabric, revealing hidden pockets on each side where she tucked her new friends away, each one nestled against her hips. "As you can see, I'm well prepared for any kind of date night," she commented, ticking her head in Cole's direction before letting her shirt drop, firearms camouflaged against her body. The warm glow of her omni-tool resurfaced as she brought up her arm. "Calypso? Our salarian friend is going to have a shipment prepped for us. Be ready to receive it immediately. Typical transfer protocols. Keep it clean." She paused, mouth tilting up into a smile. "And you're welcome to dive in, if you'd like. I think you'll like what B has for us this time."<br/><br/>Crew informed, Reese directed her gaze to the salarian, offering him a final bit of thanks. "See you soon, B." He stared back at her with those wide, glassy frog-like eyes of his, making a low croaking noise in his throat. She had grown to take the sound to mean a kind of fond goodbye, though she could never be quite sure when it came to him.<br/><br/>They left the salarian to his collection of baubles and spare parts, weaving through the Wards again with a purpose Reese seemed to carry with her at all times, as if a sense of willful determination was woven into the fabric of her being, unable to be forgotten or forcefully removed. "Not sure how much time you were given to explore the Citadel while with the Alliance, but I'm going to take you to a popular spot many soldiers frequent to relieve some stress. Your first night as part of the crew, I want you to enjoy it. To relax and loosen your muscles before we ship out."<br/><br/>She directed him to an empty elevator, eyes set forward as she pressed an unmarked button and the elevator lurched into motion. "With the military, there is a strict routine," she began, her voice low. "Barring catastrophic events, like the what happened with the geth attack, as a soldier you know there will always be a shore leave. There will always be a moment to rest, a little respite and time to breathe before the chaos erupts once more, even if it is just for one brief moment. What we do, Cole, there's no such promise. We have a freedom soldiers, C-Sec, even Spectres could only hope for, but that freedom comes handcuffed to a big, scary helping of the unknown. Times like this, where the crew can explore with little worry that death lurks around the corner, are precious. I'm not going to bullshit you. This job can be heartbreaking at times. But it's the price we pay for having the galaxy at our fingertips."<br/><br/>The two were deposited out in front of a long elevated walkway. Clusters of people were hovering outside, some speaking casually while others, clearly intoxicated, stumbled and rambled about nothing as they fell into private skycars, zipping away to take them home.<br/><br/>"Cole, welcome to Purgatory." Through the doors, ears met with pulsing music, bodies engulfed by glowing lights. The dance club was open and immense, with a large bar on the lower level, a dance floor up top alongside a second bar, and VIP Lounge filled with humans and asari too important to do anything other than drink, observe, and gossip. Reese smiled, waving a hand dramatically before them as if she had delivered Cole to the edge of Shangri-La.<br/><br/>"What's your poison, Vanes?"