Sorv gave a mocking bow to Shira as he exited the elevator at her command, coming face to face with a trio of people.<span style="color: Orange"><i>Turian, human, and salarian are all on a bridge. There's a joke in there somewhere, but hell if I know what it is.</i></span><br/><br/>As the turian spoke, Sorv returned the human's stare, keeping his face impassive as possible. Even though his face was covered from veiw, the quarian felt like the human could stare right past it. Sorv kept his eyes on the man, even as an awkward silence set in.<br/><br/>Finally the man spoke, calling himself Cantenelli before explaining the situation Sorv was in. Sorv cocked his head to one side and stared at the man for a few moments before speaking, evaluating his options.<i><span style="color: Orange">Could be lying and the rest of 'my crew' is dead, but that doesn't explain why they healed me. Sell me into servitude? Or just torture me for awhile and heal me back up. If I only had my gear and felt like I was one hundred percent back to normal.</span></i><br/><br/><span style="color: Orange">"Well, that's all good to know, especially the part about where we stole the ship from you. If that is true, then why my crew along with myself still alive?"</span>Sorv brought his hand up and tapped it against his mouthpiece.<span style="color: Orange">"That doesn't add up at all..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>