Firas showed little hestitance to obey when it came to assisting Sorv onto the shuttle. With the security staff on the brink of acting out on desperation, he found it hard to turn his back on them. He assisted regardless but he always held the stolen pistol in one hand, loaded and ready. To feel Sorv's weight was surprising at best, for him to consider the thougth was enough to merit a slight twitch of his mandibles.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Blue">Hmp--- we got you Sorv. Next time you can carry your own lazy ass to the shuttle. You're a heavy son of a bitch you know...</span>"<br/><br/>As soon as they entered the shuttle, with the crowd  now hidden behind reinforced ceramite ship plating. aAlevel of relief fell upon the man, although the bland exterior and the crowded vehicle bore no welcome. The doctor managed to force a brief glare from Firas before allowing the man to continue his work, there was little else that the Turian could do and he opted to keep out of the Salarians way, for now. He only chuckled at Ashana's attempts to get close.<br/><br/>Doing what he thought was best, it was time to find more details into what the hell just happened with that skycar... but it wasn't Firas that first asked the question. In turn, he opted to remain silent, to observe. The last thing he needed to was to speak over either Cantenelli or Ashana in an attempt to show some level of command. There was no longer any need. Instead, he opted to remain somewhat close to Sorv, and any move made to move the Turian only invoked a narrowed stare. He could not find the words for anyone, and nor would he share them if he did. There was no reason to add more confusion.<br/><br/>The moment that the shuttle docked, Firas wasted no time than to part from them the moment he was dismissed from the medical bay. There was an urge to linger, but he could not find the motivation to do. Tiredly, he opted to move towards one of the crew quarters sleeping quarters, making his way in an odd pace that could at best be considered injured before beating a harsh fist against one of the green holopads. The door opened and he entered, along with the digits to enable the lock behind him. The door slid shut behind him, and from then on there was silence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>