Taking one last look at herself in the mirror of her apartment bathroom, as squeaky clean as it could be made in Omega (which wasn't all that clean), the occupant by the species of Asari gave a soft sigh. Purple skin, crystal blue eyes and even underneath that armor it was clear she had a very desirable body, the body of a dancer.<i>Well maybe not a dancer but someone... equally uhm... sexy... Oh it's hopeless!</i>Vana thought to herself as she looked at her reflection in the glass,<i>I'll never pass for a Mercenary!</i><br/><br/>Then taking a deep breath through her nostrils and releasing it through her mouth, using her diaphragm to take in the recycled, stale tasting oxygen and then push it out, a standard stress managing technique.<i>Get a hold of yourself Vana... They just said you needed armor and a weapon... You've got both of those, now pull yourself together. Be the merc. Yeah, be the deadly, sexy, Asari Merc'!</i>Giving herself that pep talk in her head always helped, smiling at herself and nodding her head as a final assurance to say "I'm ready, I'm going now."<br/><br/>Hitting the computer generated key to shut off the light in the restroom as she headed for the door, keying her omni-tool and finalizing her last payment of the month for the cruddy apartment. Pressing on the panel and heading out the door of said panel, locking it behind her and making her way out of the living complex where she had stayed for the last year, her clothes and other personal effects in a duffel-bag slung over her shoulder.<br/><br/>The walk to the warehouse district wasn't a very pleasant one, giving wary glances through those clipped on glasses to the passing Vorcha, Krogan and plethora of other species present on Omega. On her way there she began to worry she wouldn't recognize the warehouse of the Turian who was hiring, though her fear evaporated as soon as she saw the huge crowd gathered outside of a particular building.<i>I suppose that's it...</i>she concluded inwardly as she made her way to the crowd and began to sift through it, the few months of EMT training benefiting her in this scenario as she was taught how to move through an unruly crowd with speed and precision towards a point of interest which was usually a fallen person but in this case, a warehouse entrance.<br/><br/>The guard of course looked at her skeptically, she was as green as could possibly be without actually having a green skin colour.<i>Be the Merc', Vana, be the Merc!</i>as she put a hand to the hip with the folded up Phalanx pistol on it, cocking her stance to one side and trying to look as professional and... merc-like as she could.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Indigo">I'm here--...</span>" She coughed a bit, her voice coming off a bit high key to reveal her shaky self-confidence with the whole scenario, clearing her throat and straightening her tone to a huskier and hopefully sexier merc' like tone, "<span style="color: Indigo">I'm here for the job promised by Gavin.</span>"<br/><br/>The guard gave her an amused smirk before waving her in through the door. Doing her best to contain her sigh of relief before she got through the doorway and around the corner, putting a hand on her chest as she released that held in breath. Breathing inwardly briefly through her nose as she looked at the others. A Krogan male and female, a human, a quarian, two Asari a Dr-... A drell? Her heart skipped a beat a moment, she had never had a chance to observe a Drell, always having fascination for alien biology, she inwardly hoped the scaled male would end up staying as to have an in depth conversation and observation with him.<br/><br/>Then a familiar face struck her, off in the corner by herself. One of the Asari with blue skin... Where did she know her from...?<br/><br/>It took a few moments but it finally clicked, Ashana, a very talented dancer at Afterlife that suddenly stopped showing up for some reason though she never found out why. Beginning to walk over to the be-cleavaged woman, she realized her pace was a bit too brisk and made herself slow down a bit, approaching the beautiful woman with a friendly smile,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Indigo">H-hi, I'm Dr. Ts'oari, it's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Ashana.</span>" Vana felt she was coming off a bit strong, was she coming off a bit strong? Making her smile a few teeth smaller, she extended a hand to the woman, "<span style="color: Indigo">I guess this explains why you aren't at Afterlife anymore, it will be most exhilarating to be working with you.</span>"<br/><br/>There was much doubt and inner conflict going on in Vana's mind and it showed on her face,<i>Goddess curse it, I'm being too straight forward... should I walk away? No, no that'd be rude. But I'm being rude now, shoving my hand in to someone else's face and expecting them to want to talk to me... wait... isn't that how people greet each other? Or do they just wave from afar and if the other wants-- damn it that has nothing to do with it...!</i>her inner monologue and conflict kept going even as she held her hand out to Ashana, still having her duffel bag slung over her shoulder and beginning to feel the weight of it pressing down on her as if the Destiny Ascension had just landed on her shoulders.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>