She really hated crowed and the markets of illium were almost as bad as it could get. After arriving here Rail had taken a few odd jobs here and there, fixing things, shooting things, collecting money form a deadbeat or two from a small time bookie, simple things that a gun and some commonsense could make happen with ease. It has been an easy going for her on Illium and for all intensive purposes the planet had been good for her but the crowds; she would never get use to them. Crowds could hide many things, a man with a hidden gun or a knife, able to get up close, able to get personal, and with only herself to protect herself anymore everyone was suspect. But crowds could also hide surprising things, some welcome although unexpected. “keelah se'lai” Rail perked up at the words, quickly glancing around the surrounding area, hand going over to her shotgun as a reaction.<br/><br/>A quarian here would not be unheard of, it was large industrialized planet, filed with opportunity outside of the citadel space, but it still odd. The quarian was most likely a vas nedas nar tasi, one who was the crew of nowhere, the child of no one, a forsaken among the fleet. If they were not on their pilgrimage then they might as well be. “Keelah Se’lai sister” she says to the approaching Quarian, keeping herself on guard. “A friend is a sight for sore eyes out here in the loneliness of the galaxy, what brings you out so far from home? Mission or perhaps something simpler and sinister in design” she says cooley, not meaning to sound harsh but simply assessing the situation and the state of her new ‘friend’.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>