Sorv kept pounding away at the window with the supplies, breathing hard as he tried desperately to break the window and escape.<br/><br/>He heard the med bay door open as another swing left its mark on the glass. Sorv turned to meet the voice ordering him to stop and was met with a female Quarian, much to his surprise. He let his bag of random junk fall to the floor as he raised his hands in the air once Sorv noticed the shotgun being leveled at his body. He hoped she wouldn't try to search him, as the cutting tool he hid in one of his suit pockets was his last hope to possibly escape and figure out what was going on.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrange">Kinsmen, eh? I don't suppose you're inclined to tell me what's going on? Like where my fellow mercenaries are, where I am, and if you intend to kill me or not.</span>" Sorv shrugs. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">Its only polite.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>