Firas' taxi finally reached its destination as it docked beside the Acherons docking pad, much to the relief of the Turian. It was becoming too easy to get frustrated and impatient with the events so far, and sitting still for too long just kept reminding him of the large indent in his heavy ceramite armour. All he needed was a little time to take it to an armourer in Illium to fix it, yet his chances just seem to fly out the airlock before he even gets the chance to grasp the opportunity. At this rate, he may as well just tear it open and offer the flesh to any nearby shooters, since the crumbling ceramite may as well be considered such in its now fragile state.<br/><br/>With an idle wave of his hand, he had dismissed his thoughts and absentmindedly paid the carrier, who's eyes seemed more transfixed on the Acheron than the money he was recieving before Firas climbed out with a subtle grunt and met with the conflicting banter of Cantenelli and a foreign voice. One of his crew? On his approach, he took a second to look over the Acheron, which from this point would never be the same, the ship he could once call his own now tagged by Cantenelli once more, a human... All that Firas do to contain his pride was to utter the same words over and over, if not sourly and regrettably:<span style="color: Blue"><i>It is for the best.. It is for the best..</i></span>Firas knew his pride would attempt to blind him from the facts, but Cantenelli's skill was obvious and well known. Even Firas could not deny him that.<br/><br/>Grudgingly, he made his approach towards the Acheron and the appearance of Cantenelli and his crew struck Firas with no real surprise. The man would have been in no doubt eager to finally plant his feet back on the Acheron. Either way, Firas showed no real haste to move faster towards them to explore the situation between both humans. On arrival, it made itself more clear and Firas joined one of the many eyes staring at Kala before looking to Cantenelli with a quizzical tone "<span style="color: Blue">I'm surprised she's still alive...</span>" Firas said bluntly, the look on Firas' face could hardly be called a caring one. It was -another- human. As much as he wanted to fall prey to his human hatred beliefs, a hard, yet feminine voice tore at him within his mind.<i><span style="color: DarkOrchid"> We'll all respect your judgment, but try to leave your prejudices on the ship. We have enough enemies as it is</span></i>And it was the firm gaze of Ashana that came with that message that only made him cringe all the more. With Cantenelli now in charge however, his hatred will have to be contained elsewhere, showing them on the ship would only just endanger himself. The thought of -sparring- with the Turian commander to vent his frustrations came to mind.<br/><br/>A slight sigh escaped through his myraid teeth, it sounded forced at first before the words finally escaped him "<span style="color: Blue">She looks... capable.</span>" He let out an irritated grunt before be continued "<span style="color: Blue">If you aren't going to kill her, I'll see if I can find a purpose for her. If she even attempts to betrays us at any time, I'll quite happily be the first to put a bullet through her. Afterall, We shouldn't let her off lightly.</span>" Firas' tone remained hard and cold, staring at Kala as he spoke before looking at Cantenelli as he awaits his verdict. In Firas' mind, he could care little if Cantenelli wanted to end her life now, but if she was to brag about her so called -skills-, perhaps he -could- find a use for her. The dreaded feeling that soon hit him was that he may end up having to keep her close at all times, just to make sure she wouldn't get up to anything. It would however be for the best.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>