<span style="color: DarkOrange">“I think he's one of Kalga's associates. I know he'll be a name on this station.”</span><br/><br/>Tellak regarded the Quarian, and considered her words. Not a quick scan, but an assessment. He'd realised his information was lacking. He'd accounted for it, and planned to rectify it when he had the chance, but it looked like that was priority one for her, seems she's stopped to gather information. Not the best place for it, but a smart move nonetheless. Confident too, not phased by her surroundings. He'd seen a few Quarians like that. You toughen up when rest of the galaxy hates you, he reflected briefly.<br/><br/>Talks too much, but no one's perfect.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">“I was suggesting we discuss how we can help each other once we're away from the death trap waiting to happen.” </span>He speaks quickly, keeping an eye out not on the Quarian, but for anyone listening too intensively.<span style="color: DarkOrange"> “You look like you're researching. I suggest you look up as many of the ships associated with Kalga as you can, and find out where they're docked.”</span>He paused, giving a pointed look to the Krogan loudmouth, who was now being approached by another and yelled at by a third. He reiterates;<span style="color: DarkOrange">“Once we're out of here.”</span><br/><br/>Does she really think this is the best place? If he wasn't so adverse to the main exit he'd have gone already. There's such a thing as too cautious, sure, but there were a lot of reckless and stupid kids in here, not to mention Krogan, and that was one hell of a competition Gavin just announced. Besides,  If he was right about the marks options, speed was imperative.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
“Time's wasting, Quarian.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>