"My pleasure, doctor."<b>Asad</b>replied, subtly smiling behind his mask. Though he recognised her race as being haughty and self-centred in the face of the galaxy, it had been an asari who had patched him up following his near-death experience. As a result, he had a love-hate relationship with their race. On the one hand, they were arrogant and superior, but on the other he knew them to be supremely talented at their chosen vocations. And despite how nervous she seemed - perhaps she was young and inexperienced, it was impossible to tell with asari - her mood was pleasantly open and sprightly.<br/><br/>"My name is<b>Asad</b>." He said, introducing himself to all three. "And I would greatly appreciate it if we could work together for this. I don't want to be alone on this job, not with so many people involved. Safety in numbers." He added, his voice deliciously accented and friendly enough in tone. It was true, too - not only would he stand a greater chance of injury - and through that, likely death - if he went in alone, but his chances of success - and therefore payment - were much higher with a group than if he was single. One sniper, one infiltrator, a doctor, and a fourth member - the latter two biotics. Altogether, should his desire for an alliance come to pass, they stood a pretty good chance together.<br/><br/>"What do you say, ladies? All for one?" He asked, cocking his head a little in an effort to convey a raised eyebrow. His shawl shifted with the movement, the embroidered red garment draped over his head and around his shoulders, chest, and upper back. It was pinned in place, given enough leeway to move without being lost. The garment was as much a mark of cultural identity as his suit was. He'd seen one other quarian in the crowd, a female, and though he had initially wanted to join her, he'd decided against it in the end. The possibility of tension was too much. Their cultural values were deeply-ingrained, and he didn't want to have to deal with the overriding need to look out for her - and he was willing to bet she felt similarly. So, in stead, he'd aimed for this - a motley crew of assorted strangers, united with the common goal of committing murder for money.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>