A shake of his head along with a mild chuckle would only indicate Firas' ever growing level of surprise, making it almost unbelievable to hear. "<span style="color: Blue">So, you more or less got your hands on a Normandy junior, mmm? What strings did you have to pull to get your hands on that.</span>" It was unsure if sarcasm or amusement stained his voice, but his mandibles flexed widely as he still felt he was taking in the information. The turian was no doubt impressed.<br/><br/>It was the moment where Cantenelli had turned towards the asari when Firas felt as if he should now start biting on his own tongue. The wrath<i><span style="color: Blue"> Bah, my reasons were just. I'll make them understand even if I have to beat them over the head with a Krogan sized mallet.of that woman would stand true, especially since he had held back information from her.</span></i><br/><br/>With a slight grunt, Firas made himself comfortable as Cantenelli began to converse with Ashana. There was no real point for him to eagerly talk to Cantenelli, for him it was a relief that this human would actually turn his gaze away from him for but a moment.<span style="color: Blue"><i>This is bitter irony, to be under the command of these primitives...</i></span>. His train of thought suddenly disipated as Cantenelli turned to him, a brow raised. Again, Ashana did him the favour of speaking for him. If Ashana was trying to make a point, oddly enough he found himself less caring. His determination to survival had certainly looked strong, but it has been a long time since they've been able to truely relax. Even warriors needed a break from the fight, and he could only wonder when he will finally be able to sit down with an Asari woman to tend to his needs.<br/><br/>Regretably he found himself a question that Ashana had given him a chance to answer. Rather than keeping him waiting, Firas spoke in a strong and confident tone. It was almost beginning to feel like an act, his rage and frustrations to where that bastard of a Volus had put him in and it was tempting enough to just snarl and screech at every person that came his way. Perhaps there was enough anger in him to vent into an army of Krogan and come out of it alive? So much frustration....<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Blue">We were to meet at the Acheron, our rallying point. Our communications link with the other team however seems to have dwindled when it came to two of our crew, luckily I managed to make some form of connection with Ashana at least. Unless you can think of a sector of Illium where it scrambles any form of links or channels for our omnitools to operate on, we have no clue of their current position. They were not at the rally point, nor did they update their locations when they decided to go wherever they wanted to go. It is.. frustrating</span>" Firas grumbled the final word, although continuing to walk with them regardless, with a face of clear stone as his mask.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>