Milenya stayed with Kala and Taseer, just watching.<br/><br/>Her glittering black bodysuit was certainly eye-catching, and a touch out of place among the variegated motley that the rest of the crew was wearing.<br/><br/>She gave the Turian groping her ass a polite smile as she flared her biotics briefly.<span style="color: #6495ED">"We'll see how the night progresses. No promises."</span><br/><br/>She took a deep breath and sighed as the heat of Illium and the familiar scent of the air washed over her, falling in line with Taseer and hopefully Kala, listening to the enthusiastic conversation around her.<br/><br/>These people were out to cut loose, and they were a very far cry from the social circles she was used to. She idly looked around, when something caught her attention, tugging at her intuition.<br/>She'd trained as a bodyguard, during her long service to her contract holder, and she'd become adept at spotting observers, other bodyguards, possible threats and people who just plain weren't acting as they should be.<br/><br/>The actions of that human man practically screamed at her. Observer, spy, spotter, the movement of the hand across the mouth to conceal words being said. It was unnerving to be in this position, to be the target herself.<br/><br/>She pulled up her omnitool as she looked at one of the stores, calling up the store's catalog as a cover for a quick message to the Acheron.<br/><br/><i>Human male, strong build, short hair. Too bland for area. Specifically watching for me. Spotter for kidnap attempt and/or spy.</i><br/><br/>She sent a quick image of the crowd along.<br/><br/>And she got close to Taseer and Kala. She said quietly,<span style="color: #6495ED">"Someone's watching me and no, not in the 'Nice ass' sort of way. Too intent, predatory. Human guy, muscles, forgettable clothes. I hope we're not going to get too out of hand, because I really don't think I'd like being abducted."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>