The Turia simply nodded and followed, stoic on the outside but grinning wildly on the inside. He had a shot after all. He might actually make it through this mission and even if he didn't get a full share, he would get enough enough money to finally buy a ship with Xelrozi and get the hell off this damn rock. He felt his stomach twitch in excitement as the krogan, obviously taking charge of their little group directed the Asari who seemed to e their medic to stick close to a gun. She would have to be protected, she was valuable. No use in killing the guy if you're too dead to use the money and either way he'd rather leave Omega alive than in a box. Jorik attached his shotgun to his back and tried to seem as non-threatening as possible, not for his new squad but more for the other mercs who would surely be looking around and scoping out the competition.<br/><br/>He smiled in turn to the Asari as she chose him as her bodyguard of sorts. He'd probably have to tell her that the krogan was a better choice when they finally got into some actual combat, she was sturdier and in all honesty, the Asari would not be able to keep up. Until then though, he had no complaints as his eyes darted down to take a look at what he was working with. His mind numbed a little as he took in her curves before he snapped back to attention. Again, dead equals useless. His eyes darted around and his movements were twitchy, half reacting to any movement he caught in his peripheral vision. Too caught up in his guard duties, Jorik failed to notice how the group had joined in with the loud krogan's group. Only when the female krogan spoke did he notice where he was and it was then that he decided to watch the exchange, a smirk on his face.<br/><br/>Jorik would have been content to simply stand by and laugh inwardly at the exchange until that stillbirth comment. That was low and with that he tried to cut off the conversation, turning to his own squad to try and seal the deal. The Asari was obviously distraught, trying to get the krogan to say something back. Jorik simply stepped forward and fluidly got in front of the Krogan.<br/><br/>He puffed out his chest and took in a humongous breath, a glint in his eye.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">WOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHH THERE BIG FELLA!</span>", he shouted. He would have the krogan's attention now if he had at least the brain capacity of a Vorcha. Jorik continued with an overly exaggerated, and grandiose voice.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Now we all KNOW that you HAVEN'T been TOUCHED BY A WOMAN ever since you fell out of your MOTHER'S ASS...</span>"<br/><br/>Anothe,r deeper breath.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">But that is NO REASON to be a complete QUAD-FOR-BRAINS, especially to some FINE young LADIES such as these! IT'S OKAY that you're UGLIER than a Thresher Maw, as SMART as VORCHA SHIT, and about as STRONG as a dried up Hanar! I can look past ALL of the THOUSANDS OF FLAWS and see the CUTE LITTLE KROGAN who's been dropped on his head a hundred too many times. Do you need a hug big guy? How about a pat on the head and a 'Good job!'? You know maybe that'll help since you're TOO AFRAID to take a BET! TOO AFRAID to make a SMALL WAGER with a skinny Turian and three ladies!</span>"<br/><br/>Jorik smiled deviously as he shouted even louder for the stunned crowd to hear.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Watch out everybody! We got a badass over here! SURELY, someone who is TOO SCARED to make a small bet with a bunch like us is the EPITOME of STRENGTH, am I right? OH YEAH, someones as STRROOOOONG as this guy will DEFINITELY kill Ren Kalga first.</span>"<br/><br/>Jorik sighed, satisfied with his verbal assault. His hand wander over to his shotgun as his legs tensed up, ready to run for his life.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Heh. In all honesty I think you have a better chance of shitting out a million credits than getting at Kalga, tubby.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>