Ashana shrugged, looking at Firas and Sorv, who remained where they were.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">No.</span>She replied to Maethia's comment about her perhaps having some training.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">I just learned what I could from those I dealt with.</span><br/><br/>She walked toward Firas and Sorv, closing the front of her outfit back up. She paused only as Kala appeared, and began shouting at the idle workers. Shira looked at Kala then begrudgingly yelled at them to follow suit with her orders.<span style="color: Indigo">Alright, shows over, back to work!</span><br/><br/>Ashana looked at Firas seriously as she walked up to him. After a moment he shifted uncomfortably.<span style="color: Blue">You didn't land anything on him, did you?</span>She shook her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Listen, Firas... </span>She said quietly, but he raised his hand to stop her.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Ashana, I know. Frankly after that display with Darion I think I understand you a little better.</span>He crossed his arms and glanced at Darion and Maethia.<span style="color: Blue">Going after him like that may have been stupid... but not as stupid as it used to be.</span><br/><br/>Sorv put a hand on his hip, keeping the other on the end of the Mantis watching Ashana.<span style="color: DarkOrange">So, what do we do?</span><br/><br/>Firas looked at Sorv, then lifted his rifle, examining it carefully. He looked at Ashana then Sorv, a cold seriousness in his expression. He slapped a thermal clip into the rifle and lifted it up.<span style="color: Blue">Now, we get smart and we kill the son of a bitch.</span><br/><br/>Sorv chuckled lightly, and Ashana smirked.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">I like that idea.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">Well, next time he won't be dealing with just you two amateurs.</span>Sorv joked, lifting the rifle with his hand, tapping its barrel on the ground.<br/><br/>Ashana nodded, still smirking.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Come on.</span>She motioned them to follow and approached Darion and Maethia.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Look. I owe you.</span>She said to Darion, then looked at Sorv and Firas.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Come by my room some time. I'll give you a dance on the house.</span>She said, then glancing at Maethia.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">You can come too.</span>She winked.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Beruut listened to Maethia, suppressing a chuckle of disagreement with her assertions about the Krogan. He merely shrugged at the following questions regarding the Geth.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">The Krogan have displayed nothing but violent tendencies since we uplifted them. Frankly, I suspect that they would have wiped themselves out during their Nuclear age at any rate. We cannot judge a species by its individuals, only its the societies that it gives birth to. All that they have to do is put their guns down and we'd help them. But they refuse to. While I applaud the merits of the outlier individual, outliers are abnormalities of data. Nothing more. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">As do I think we can't possibly make assertions about the Geth, either. We know virtually nothing of the Geth uprising on Rannoch, nor will the Quarians divulge any data concerning the Geth. And, after the Geth invasion of citadel space two years ago, the only data we have to examine would suggest that they are quite unwilling to co-operate in any capacity. </span><br/><br/>An alert sounded on Beruut's omni-tool. He opened it and peered at the information.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Ah - the next culture needs to be cycled. Apologies,</span>he said, standing,<span style="color: YellowGreen">I will have to answer your questions at another time I'm afraid. Until then.</span>He nodded curtly and opened the door to leave.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>