The tall quarian had had precisely the same idea - he'd rather have a pair of biotics at his back than a human or a batarian. He edged closer, nodding politely to both women and giving them a respectful tug of his shawl. He glanced over in surprise at the slender reptilian that had joined at the same time, and who had interjected immediately with a question without any actual introductions. Likewise he noticed the direction of the drell's gaze - to be fair, his suit's own targeting systems had briefly lingered on the asari's bosom, and not for the first time he was privately thankful for the fact that his expression was unreadable behind his largely-opaque visor.<br/><br/>"Experience is an interesting term to use for it." He commented, his accented voice dry and perhaps a little amused. "I can ask the same question to you - all three of you . . . and one of my own as well." He continued, raising a brow behind his mask. The asari were ageless, but they looked young - he was hardly an expert on them, but he'd heard that their power correlated with their age. The drell - he didn't know a thing about them, but he'd heard many rumors about their cunning and stealth. The fact that one of the best assassins in the galaxy - a man who went by a dozen names and was renowned for not failing - was a drell was admittedly promising.<br/><br/>"What do you say we give it a shot?" He asked daringly, his voice confident as he looked from one to the next to the other. "Two powerful biotics, one professional infiltrator, and the best marksman in the Migrant Fleet? We could have a chance . . . if you're willing." He offered, leaving names for later. He didn't want to make it easier to track him down if one of them refused, or if things went sour in the end.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>