If Lennik wasn’t good at tuning out  heckling ,she’d have been dead long ago. The Krogan flapping his jaw in the middle of the room could wait.  For now. Lennik recoils as the Asari seemed to be in pain by the simple act of grabbing her wrist. Maybe she tugged too hard ….she hadn’t meant to hurt the small woman, she quickly pulls her hand back and grumbles a quiet ,<span style="color: purple"> “Sorry..”</span>under her breath, trying to mask it with a fake cough.<span style="color: purple"> “It doesn’t take much to fake being a doc’ Snap-dragon. Just like that krogan with the store bought armor out there, anyone can look the part.”</span>She  growls a bit. She acknowledges the new nick name of ‘Lionfish’. She wasn’t sure what the blazes that was , but whatever the little Asari wanted to call her was alright with her.<span style="color: purple">“ Heres  yr’ chance to learn plenty about Krogan physiology. You’ll figure it out.” </span>She assures the teal asari as she looks around the room to make sure things were not slipping out of hand.  She narrows her eyes to leer at the Krogan male in the middle of the room….she’d love to casually walk up and head-butt him..it was hard to belittle others when your face was gushing blood after all.<br/>She shakes her head , waking her from her ‘day dream’, and addresses the Asaris last question with out even looking at her .<span style="color: purple">“I doubt I’ll be fitting in a vent anytime soon.” </span>As she’s about to suggest they get the fuck out of there and fast,  a small dark skinned human approaches.  Lennik eyes the woman from head to toe as she asks them both If they could use an engineer.    The human’s clothes looked charred and frazzled.<span style="color: purple"> “If you know when to stay the fuck out of my way when things get thick, and ignite me like you did yourself there…” </span>she reaches out to tug on the girls frayed clothing,<span style="color: purple">“Then yah…we could use ya’ I think.” </span>She looks over to the Asari for any objections.<span style="color: purple"> “What you think Snap-Dragon?”</span><br/><br/>Before Alune could answer a Turian approaches them all. Lennik held a grudge , like every Krogan did,  against Turians as a race, but she wasn’t so ignorant to believe that all Turians were the same.  She wasn’t like clan sisters after all. They were content to pop stillborn after stillborn out for damn near a thousand years…she wasn’t so patient.  So unlike many Krogan, the Turians race didn’t  put her off in the slightest.  After all, he looks well armored enough, and like he could handle himself in combat.  Lennik raises her brow-ridge at the proposition. A eighth of the cut, and the Turian fancied himself as rather quick.  Both were alright in Lenniks book.  She inspects the shotgun as her twirls it around…seemed in working order.    All in all, the Turian seemed a fantastic asset, and helped balance their fledgling little team with a bit more combat experience.  The Krogan wasn’t sure how this all would turn out, but she anxiously accepts the Turians offer.<span style="color: purple">“I say yr’ gonna be awful pissed when we’re splitting up that extra eighth between the three of us. “</span>Lennik shifts her weight and rolls her shoulders back, breathing in to make herself seem a little bigger.<br/><br/>She turns to the Asari,<span style="color: purple">“Stay  close to  someone  with a gun.”  </span>She eyes the Turian and smirks,<span style="color: purple">“Not too close.”  </span>She cracks her neck from side to side and pries the shotgun from her holster.   Her lips curl in a mischievous manner as she turns to her companions ,<span style="color: purple">“We might need to get out of here quick..so stay together.” </span><br/><br/>Lennik motions for the rest of the team to follow her as she approaches the Krogan. She sighs as she sees the only other Krogan in the room approach. Lennik groans as one ass ache has likely become two...   As she approaches she keeps the cocky grin plastered on her face.<span style="color: purple">“Little boys shouldn’t leave Tuchanka until their quad drops….and they certainly shouldn’t play with guns.”</span>Lennik  stares down at the short squat Krogan. What he lacked in height, he made up for in bulk, which just happened to work to her advantage in this situation.<span style="color: purple"> “ What say we make it interesting ? “ </span>she looks from the armored Krogan to the bare-chested one  and smirks,<span style="color: purple">“I got a personal 20k that says –we- kill the target before you even get close enough to smell the bastard. “  </span><br/><br/>Male and Female Krogan had different mentalities. Being raised in the female camp and treated more or less like a war asset put one in an…odd place if they had the gumption to question it.  It wasn’t that Lennik hated male Krogan…she loved her clan brothers  and all, but hard headed mentality was sometimes hard to deal with. She understood where it came from of course, in a world that existed on the principals of  “Strength or death” one couldn’t afford to let any sign of weakness show. Male Krogan had to be strong, and virile, and vicious, yet all of her mates had cried like a child with a skinned knee when she birthed their stillborn child. She didn’t shed a tear. They …were almost like different species altogether.   She’d spent enough time around the males of her clan to know how to get them to shut the hell up when they went off on their rants of who was stronger than who, and hypothetical ,’in a fight who would win’ scenarios. It was a two step process…first- insult their masculinity…then proclaim you could do something better than they could.  Nine times out of ten they’d be so damn insistent on winning that they’d forget she didn’t have a quad  by the time the whole thing was over....<br/><br/>She hoped at least.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>