Firas remained silent as Vega began peaked his intrigue with the mention of a new -toy-. Any toy that was created here was bound to be in the form of Weapon or Armour, one way or the next. It was made to kill or protect, but since when did anyone call their personal armour a -toy-. With the conversation going as it was, Firas was already beginning to have his doubts that he'd get the choice to keep his desired layout. Still, this surprise could certainly be a nice change of pace. It was always nice to have a change of scenery.<br/><br/>The Turian watched as Vega grabbed one of the nearest briefcases, a brow risen at first until the entire casing fell to pieces, revealing the obvious prize within. No doubt a light weapon at best, but may perform better than a pistol. His only concerns were on its preparation time to collapse into a gun, and if the man had enough time to prepare to fight with it. He could only share his doubts with Darion, but regardless, the weapon certainly was clever. Question was; was Darion a reliable ally?<br/><br/>It was only then that Firas found his own answer as Darion turned the gun on him for that brief moment.  It was by pure instinct that the turian emitted an irritable growl and grabbed the barrel of the rifle to turn it away from his head, staring cruelly at Darion for that brief moment before casting it aside. The first real signs of the turians frustrations with the human and most likely, not the last. Surely not after that stunt.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"What are you, an idiot? Be careful with that thing!</span>" Firas roared in a demanding tone, his words soaked with the shere annoyance from the behaviour of the man. He left his words at that, but Firas felt his mind surge with the desire to put his foot down, hefty reminders of what this piece of -all talk- was doing with a weapon created for death. Did he truely see these creations as -just toys-? It did wonders on the mind for Firas. To him it did not matter if his finger was on the trigger or not, It could take anything to spark that trigger and to stare down the barrel is to pay a greeting to your maker. Firas could only give the man the benefit of the doubt, restraining his thoughts from there and allowed inaudible muttering to fill in the brief void possibly left from the scene before quickly turning his attention to Vega.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"My apologies, Vega Antoli. It is an instinctive reaction to having weapons pointed at me, a habit that has kept me alive." </span>It was probably the best save he could think of for his own little stunt. The man carried on regardless.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"I'll do my part, and if that means I have to dress for the occassion, then I hope you have my size.</span>" It was hard for Firas to turn his words back onto Darion, but that was all a matter of time. He just hoped that Ashana wouldn't be there to protect the poor human from the verbal lashing he had planned for him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>