The Turian cast a half glance over Vega as he spoke to both him and Darion about the armour, and it certainly caught his interest all the more to be given the opportunity to be given free gear. At this point, Firas would have been happy to recieve the same armour he had now with a band aid strapped across the chestpiece, and a production model of the displayed armour would suffice tenfold in this case. Firas opened his mouth for the first time to answer Vega "<span style="color: blue">I'll keep that in mind, and I look forward to seeing what we have to discuss in your office.". </span>There was no hostility in his voice, only an accepting tone to help Vega verify the mans interest in the armour, and there was real reason to being polite to this man, as much as he hated it.<br/><br/>The journey to the office no doubt felt too short as Firas cast his gaze on the other wonders of the research facility, his attention fell from Vega as he began to fondle Darions mattock and began analysing it with an obvious keen eye. One such weapon caught his eye, a weapon in the form of a rifle that plowed explosive rounds into a suit of armour familiar to the one he had seen. He could almost swore he heard the armour scream as it was overwhelmed by the heavy impact of the slug, followed by the explosion that followed afterwards. The rate of fire in general was impressive, and when he saw the thermal clip discharge wrought a hundred questions into being. It wasn't until Ashana's throat clearing did his attention get dragged back to the group.<span style="color: blue"><i>-Such a powerful weapon... too powerful. I'd blow a hole in the side of a hull with such a creation, or a captive along with their captor-</i></span>A slight glance to Darion made the Turians mandibles flinch to show a slight sign of amusement<i><span style="color: blue"> -Well, some sacrifices could be made-. </span></i>The thought amused him, but allies certainly were rare. He was going to have to accept the fact that Darion was here to stay.<br/><br/>As they finally entered the office, Firas followed silently and sat awkwardly on one of the chairs with his arms falling onto the arms of the chair itself. There was no reason to show any signs of discomfort, nor to allow himself to get too comfortable, this was business afterall.<br/><br/>Firas remained quiet as both Ashana and Vega spoke to one another, and as much as Firas found himself wanting to respond in Ashana's stead was irritable at best in pushing the words to the back of his mind. There was that nagging feeling that Ashana probably enjoyed taking the lead role in this group, perhaps relished that Firas was not questioning her every motive as he usually does, but it was probably best for the safety of their new comrade that she spoke this time around. He had to admit, she was pretty good in keeping it blunt and -to the point-.<br/><br/>As Vega began to recite to them the situation he had found himself in, following the situation between Vega and the Shadow Broker, and the man that was apparently hunting data on the bekkets cargo.<i><span style="color: blue"> -A party?- </span></i>Firas thought, It was the first time his mandibles flinched to the entire conversation. Firas looked to Ashana with slight confusion, but the woman had already voiced her confusion at that point.<br/><br/>With Vega finishing up with his piece on the matter, as much as Firas didn't want to speak, he felt inclined to do so. Ashana had done well up to this point, but as long as he didn't question her, it made them as a whole look like a strong unit before Vega. The last thing he wanted was to show that they were your typical bunch of mercenaries who couldn't function together as a unit, otherwise they'd just be a gang at best.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">So I suppose you already have a plan for us?" </span>Firas spoke with a professional tone at best, words soaked with a lack of emotion that he had earnt from his time in the military. You do your job, that's how it works.<span style="color: blue">"Although I would -advise- that if you wish to use us to our greater strength, Ashana can blend into any crowd. She doesn't have to become a target, much like me and Darion who can certainly pose as a threat when looking from the outside. Hide her in the long grass, your party guests, so our hunter cannot see her, and a biotic can do alot of damage with a surprise element intact." </span>Part of him hated his self promotion of Ashana, but he wouldn't have suggest it otherwise.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"As you can see with me and Darion, little needs to be said, however I have a plentora of field experience and military training, Turian military training at that. I am apt in being a bodyguard or your Soldier, whichever you prefer. Darion can no doubt provide the same service"</span>Mentioning Darion felt strange at first, but he couldn't just leave him out.<br/><br/>Firas could only assume that the man already had a plan, a man who was growing paranoid of being hunted down and killed would always conjure 1001 plans to keep his survival in tact, and he certainly had the resources to fund every plan he could think of. All that Firas wished was to grant him a little clarity, but even if he spoke on deaf ears, at least he had his say.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>