The turian scoffed in amusement to Darions remarks and remained dismissive soon after. Maybe it was because of Ashana's strange behaviour to speak in such a calm manner, that the man didn't want to hinder Ashana on this one. It was either that or that or he felt he had better spent what little time remaining to mentally prepare himself. To Firas, the man seemed to be guided more by his dick than his head, and he could only hope that when the time comes to lift a weapon, the man would be able to keep his word on keeping up. If not, he'd have to make sure that Ashana was in front so the man would have a reason to keep pace with them.<br/><br/>Once again he began to feel that thrilling chill surging through his body, an excitment mixed with an equal dread. Normally, the dread would not so mix up so well with his eagerness to finish the job. This job only became more and more taxing on them, and much like a rickety bridge, there is only so much weight you could lay on its wooden planks before the entire bridge crumbled into a wreck. The weight was certainly piling on, and for Firas, he certainly didn't feel like the only one who felt its weight too. He found himself glad to feel a little fear for once, it reminded him that he was alive.<br/><br/>Firas felt no desire to admire the view much like Ashana did at the cockpit, nor did he feel the desire to cast a gaze over the opportunity that Ashana had unwittingly given him and Darion. The only thing that Firas could do was observe Darion take in the ass of the Asari Assassin, his mandibles flexing only slightly. Ashana always managed to influence men so easily, despite knowing if she was or not. It was Firas' resolve that maintained his discipline, and the fact that he knew very well what Ashana was capable of. Giving her any form of power over yourself was pretty much a death sentence. It was perhaps only Firas that only saw her as a weapon, not a woman.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: royalblue">If this op goes to hell, I swear I'll be kicking the next Krogan I meet in the quad, just so that I can enjoy some light action for a change</span>." Firas growled as he sheathed his ceremonial blade into its appointed slot. He felt prepared already, knowing that the Revenant on his back was prepped just before boarding the shuttle. Watching the Human check over his gear was adorable at best for him. He certainly didn't like to travel light.<br/><br/>As the heavy thud of the landing gear hit the surface, Firas was already forcing himself to his feet and wrapping a claw around one of the supports to maintain his balance. He allowed Ashana by first before placing himself between her and Darion. As the doors flung open, Firas' eyes flickered open as he bore witness to the greeting party, his eyes adjusting to the surge of bright light that fills the shuttle. The sight was certainly breathtaking, even for him. Firas took a few moments to admire the beauty before him before casting his gaze back over the meeting and began following the crew. He chose to remain close to Ashana and showed no emotion as he left, murmuring an amused comment to Ashana's claim.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: royalblue">I wouldn't blame you, Asari</span>." He wished he could say more, having to force himself to keep his mouth shut due to the accompanying eyes and ears that escorted them. He wished he could say that working for that Volus was no doubt their worst choice in their entire career, and at least this man looked like he would pay them if any of them decided to work for him. This may well turn into a game of diplomacy, and if Ashana wished to drop her own name, he wasn't going to be the first to do it. He thought himself overcautious, but he was allowing Ashana to make the moves this time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>