Whatever mirth had followed her down from the CIC after salvaging their pay from Kalga was gone. The door closed behind her as she humored Darion, following him into the bare chamber with only the blue and red light of the FTL drive's osculating wake coming illuminating the space between them in the room.<br/><br/>She stared at Darion inscrutably. In her mind, she had known this was coming. She watched the anger in his eyes, the harshness of his every word. When he finished speaking, Ashana replied coolly.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">If that is all, Darion, then please leave my room. I'm tired, and I need to sleep.</span>She couldn't keep the merest threatening breath from her voice. Her reaction to the anger directed at her in such close proximity was so instinctual that she couldn't veil it completely.<br/><br/>The door opened.<span style="color: Blue">Darion... Sorv wants to start a game of Skyllian Five. Come on.</span>Firas said, idly shuffling the cards in his talons. The seriousness of the look he gave Darion suggested he knew what had been said in the room.<br/><br/>Ashana didn't turn to look at Firas, or make any motion that acknowledged his presence. She kept her eyes on Darion, only breaking eye contact with him when he passed beyond the range of her vision. The door closed as Darion exited with Firas and Ashana let out a slow breath that trembled in her chest, and she let the muscles along her biotic nerve clusters relax. She stretched her fingers at her sides, the subtlest shaking in her hands.<br/><br/>Firas walked slowly next to Darion.<span style="color: Blue">I know.</span>He said quietly.<span style="color: Blue">She pulled something similar on Omega when Sorv and I met her. Charged the Eclipse line, breaking their defensive position. But she put herself right in front of a YMIR mech. Catch her without her shirt on. The cuts on her back and shoulder were from the shrapnel of the rocket that nearly killer. She was unconscious when I dragged her back behind cover.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">I've been debating how to broach the subject with her for a while. </span>Firas shook his head ever so slightly as they passed the elevator and rounded the turn to the table in the commons where Sorv sat, looking over his recently returned equipment.<span style="color: Blue">A Krogan pitched her through that med bay window when we were trying to take this ship, and she kept coming at him.</span>He nodded at the med-bay window that Beruut was visible behind, typing something at his console.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">I don't think she'd ever been off of Omega up until a few days ago when we took this ship for the Volus.</span>Firas sat down at the table, offering Darion a seat.<span style="color: Blue">I doubt I need to tell you what trusting someone on Omega can lead to.</span>He started dealing, and paused as he tossed a card to Darion.<span style="color: Blue">Don't think this means I like you any better. But like you said, we're a team. And that was a good idea back in Vega's tower, if you can actually do that. You'll have to show me how some time.</span>Firas finished dealing and looked at his cards.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">We'll have a talk with Ashana before long, but I think we should give it time. She's smart enough to know when she should be dead... Let's let that sink into her some.</span>Firas sighed as he looked at his cards.<span style="color: Blue">Hell...</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">Raise.</span>Sorv said, following the sigh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>