Sorv pulled the bottle of alcohol away from his head and retracted the small tube from his helmet. As he slid his mouthpiece back into place, Sorv could feel the effects take hold and numb the pain. Puling himself to a crouched position, Sorv's onmi-tool flared with a error message about an incoming call. His gaze went from the omni-tool to the exit the salarian had taken to the human shouting at them before running off after their target. Sorv sighed and rolled his eyes. Pulling out his Tempest, Sorv rose and began to hurry toward the front door with his gun leading the way, taking potshots at anything that moved.<br/><br/>Sorv approached the door and was blindsided by a thug who knocked him onto a table that was occupied by drinks. Sorv aimed his tempest at the thug while glasses full of liquor shattered underneath him only to hear a click as the reward for not keeping an eye on the ammo. As the human thug advanced, Sorv grabbed at the tabletop with his free hand and felt it close around a bottle that had been spared from being broken by him and the random gunfire. He pulled himself up and swung at the humans unprotected head and was rewarded with a scream as it connected. Sorv hopped off the table and pushed the flailing thug over, ejecting the thermal clip onto the unfortunate mans face. Sorv watched as the heated spent clip made contact with the alcohol on the thug and ignited, quickly covering the exposed skin in flames. He nursed his side and stepped around the soon-to-be-dead human and reloaded the tempest.<br/><br/>He made it to the door and stepped outside, rubbing his back as he did. Sorv did a quick visual scan and found what he needed. A skycar parked off to the side with no driver or owner in sight. He hobbled his way over and opened the door, tossing his tempest on the passenger seat and unfolded his sniper rifle. Placing the rifle between the seat, Sorv eased into the driver seat and sent the skycar up and over the bar in the direction the salarian had gone. Now that he had some breathing room, Sorv raised his omni-tool and connected to the channel that had prompted the error earlier. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">Sorv here.</span>" He said gruffly as he leaned to look out the side window for any sign of the salarian. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">I hope this is important, otherwise I'm disconnecting.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>