A million credits. Well,<i>shit</i>. That changed the game somewhat. It was tempting to fly off and stride back into Omega good and proper, shooting up the place and punching people until answers about the target fell out...but that would have been suicidal. Fun perhaps, immensely satisfying true, but probably not the smartest course of action. Besides there was one hell of a crowd forming around the Asari which would caused its own problems. Kaya was perceptive though, keeping one ear on the conversation around her; female Krogan, Quarians, Asari, Turians...all forming up into nice neat little bunches of guns for hire and shooting pals. It was kind of hilarious, the sort of thing she'd seen in those inspirational holo-vids, though she wasn't going to dispute the sort of firepower a group like that could funnel into one place. Still...giving<span style="color: red">Adrian</span>a thump on the shoulder with one of her armoured gauntlets, she'd pass him by only to turn and cock her head at him.<br/><br/>"So much for the unity of man, eh? Name's Morgan."<br/><br/>One hand was offered to him fully - large, clumsy looking mitt but it nonetheless looked as if could knock someone flat on their arse. Whether or not Adrian accepted the gesture she would have smirked and tapped the side of her neck, a dull clank vibrating through the suit. It would have been about then a loud mouth Krogan started bellowing somewhere just behind her left ear. Kaya turned on<span style="color: red">Akoraan</span>yet within a few seconds she was laughing, boisterously, and thrust her hand towards the Claymore wielder - her back turned to<span style="color: red">Adrian</span>as if she'd already forgotten about him.<br/><br/>"Son of a bitch, that thing broke my arm."<br/><br/>She gestured towards the Krogan's shotgun, being sure not to stray too close. There was something about his armour and the way he carried himself...the reliance on physical protection, the sheer<i>bulk</i>of the damn creature. It was amazing in a way. Pure brawn, absolute muscle, sheer firepower...hell, maybe if that other human got his act together they'd make one hell of a team. If nothing else the Krogan would have been a distraction, another way to soak up the gunfire when things went south. She knew how hard they fought, knew what could bring them down, but also knew just how bloody tenacious the bastards could get. Yes, the Krogan would do...this was going to be one of the easiest jobs she'd pulled.<br/><br/>"Pleased to meet you, big guy."<br/><br/>Kaya thrust her hand forward, peering up at him. A glint in those grey eyes of hers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>