(Quick)<br/><br/><br/>Falkris remained stoic before Milenya's retort.<span style="color: red">And that's why you should tread carefully, Asari. You're smart. That's a problem.</span>He paused, regarding Milenya like a hawk would regard a worm. He leaned slightly closer to her, eyes widening slightly, unblinking with a tilt of his avian features. Even framed in age, something about the Turian stirred an instinct in Milenya - like a prickling on the back of her neck to warn her that a predator was near.<span style="color: red">Let's see how far that intelligence goes.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">Look around this ship. Who do you see on board?</span>He spoke so quietly that it was nearly a whisper,  as if he were sharing some secret that could not be uttered louder, lest it be discovered.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>