Firas witnessed the play between the Quarian and Cantenelli, taking note on the protective nature of the man over Shira'Va. It was certainly a hint for Firas that Cantenelli was worried about something, and especially if this woman was trapped away from him. It was expected that Cantenelli just wanted what little of his crew he knew alive, but it could have easily have been more than that. He could easily admire the casual nature that the Quarian had decided to take on the burden with little care, but all it did was cast a warning that perhaps the Quarian didn't feel like she'd be in any danger, either that or this mans crew didn't fear doing what needed to be done. They needed to get on that planet afterall.<br/><br/><span style="color: magenta">"Alright you aliens, lets go</span>" Firas growled softly as the cold words poured from the female quarian, and he shared Ashana's concerned look with her. He was glad to finally have a pilot, but Shira'Va had an attitude which he knew would mean that she'd probably abandon them on the planet without a care in the galaxy. With a generous observation of the CIC one last time, the Turian followed both Shira'Va and Ashana into the elevator.<br/><br/>Leaning stiffly against the back of the elevator, the Turian watched Ashana's attempt to talk to the Quarian. He'd have a question too, although all he expected was poisonous words in return. The woman was beautiful, that Firas had no doubt, nearly enough to make him think twice before maybe having to put a bullet through her head if she ever thought to betray them down there. Women are such a terrible influence...<br/><br/>Firas followed Ashana and the Quarian idlely as the elevator doors opened, with the Quarian leading the both of them to the shuttle. He cast a curious glance over the shuttle and emitted a slight mutter as the doors flung open, wasting little time to settle himself on one side of the shuttle, placing himself as close to the door as possible.<br/><br/>As Firas pressed himself against the wall of the shuttle, the heavy clank of his folded Revenent on his back met the cold metallic surface of the shuttle. Absentmindedly, the Turian placed a hand on his ceremonial blade hilt which still had its place in his own armour. A part of him hoped that the man would raise a gun at him first,<br/><br/>The doors finally closed as Darion entered the shuttle, this was the first time that Firas was going to have to depend on this man, and he frowned that the only person he felt he could depend on was Ashana. What he wouldn't give to have Sorv with them, but Ashana had proven herself many times over to him already.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorchid">"lets go</span>" Coming from Ashana, the Turian keyed into their usual channel. It was becoming more routine than it was anything else, it felt like it. He waited for the response from the human before adding his own in a stern tone "<span style="color: blue">That is how mercenary missions always play out, -Darion-. We always go in blind to what horrid truth awaits us down there. If it does get bloody down there, I expect you to keep up. Try to keep your eyes forward and not on Ashanas ass</span>" Firas tilted his head back, but his eyes were set on Darion, lingering before drifting over to Ashana.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">You better have a way with words, Ashana. My biggest concern is that this man may already have a plan for us though</span>." Firas grumbled to iterate his post comment. Diplomacy only really worked if someone had something to gain from it. What would Vega benefit from them... Firas dreaded the answer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>