Sorv rolled his eyes as she responded to his questions with anger. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">Touchy...</span>"<br/><br/>The Quarian tilted his head as a male voice came over the ship comm, sending a chill over him as it mentioned Sorv by name along with what he assumed was the female Quarian's name, giving orders to take him to the bridge. When Shira moved to the side, Sorv slowly took his time walking out to the elevator. Once inside, Sorv folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, his mind racing with questions and possible escape plans while he watched Shira keep the shotgun trained on him.<br/><br/>After moments of silence between the two Quarians along with the movement of the elevator, Sorv wished he still had his omni-tool, if only to continue his card game.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>