There was no word for the feeling that Firas felt as Darion responded just after his makeshift attempt to cover his own back with Vega, but unlike the human who seemed so eager to provoke him, the man merely took a deep breath for himself. He had to calm himself before he did something rash, something he knew he'd regret. With such thoughts, Firas surprisingly found himself not wanting to disappoint Ashana anymore than he already had. They had been through thick and thin together, and it would be a shame to lose her trust to this fool, a fool which seemed to enjoy pushing his buttons more than actually paying attention to the mission at hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue"><i>That man is so high on his pedestal, he doesn't see the dangers of handling a weapon as clearly as a new recruit would... and I'm supposed to work with this imbecile? Do humans point guns at people so -casually-? What is wrong with him...</i></span>It was all that Firas could think about for that brief moment before taking a subtle calming breath and looking to Vega. The man had began to move and Firas followed silently in turn, and despite Darions warnings, Firas continued to rest his eyes on him. This time it wasn't just because he was trying to figure out if he could trust him or not, this time it was a more deeper study of character. Firas distrusted humans, but the ignorance of this one only made it all the more difficult to convince himself otherwise. It was getting to that point that if they were unlucky enough to get involved in a gunfight, that Firas may not be able to rely on Darion. Where was Sorv when you needed him...<br/><br/>Firas' mandibles flared open as Darion took point next to Vega as they began climbing into the transport. Firas was the last to enter and he made no attempt to interrupt Ashana talking her way with Vega, and even if there was any subtle action on her part or not, Firas paid no heed to it. He continued to maintain his silence, half listening to their conversation as he  looked out over Vega's industry, finding admiration for such a rapid expansion in the very few years it took him to build it. It is amazing what you can do in this galaxy nowadays, and this man, even if he was a human was definately worth his weight in gold to come up with such an operation. Firas never thought he would respect a businessman like Vega, yet he felt obligated to do so. The thought however merely chilled him to the bones, for such charisma to even affect him. It only made him feel wary for the mission at hand. Why were they the ones to fight? Why not his own men? men he probably trusted more than a few simple mercenaries.<br/><br/>With a heavy thud, Firas found himself eager to climb out of the transport to observe the new building they were brought too, taking a moment to scan over the new building in front of him. Ashana wasn't alone in realising what the building was, as the doors greeted them into its hospice. Regardless, Firas followed the group in.<br/><br/>Within the manufacturing plant, Firas cast a lazy glance at the few racks that were displayed. Sometimes it was hard not too, just looking for an idea which sort of plant this unit produced, looking for any kind of hint for what this man was going to show us. It was the rack that Vega showed the group that grabbed his attention fully for once, but his mandibles flexed briefly to the concept. Firas couldn't decide if he was amused by the idea or not.<br/><br/>As Vega explained the practicality of the suit, Firas merely tilted his head as he scanned over the apparent formal attire. This sort of creation would not have saved him from the YMIR mech back at Omega, but for blending in, this was a work of art... which sang so clearly in its price, a price which evoked a heavy cough from Firas, adding to the drama of Ashana's jaw dropping as well as adding to her words "<span style="color: blue">How much?...</span>" He said unbelievably. As Vega gave the list of potential customers, Firas found himself believing that the most latter would most likely purchase such a suit, but at least it was stylish.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">And add two more onto that once we have your measurements. You'll be getting these fresh off the line</span>." As Vega spoke, Firas straightened up to meet Vega and shrugged idlely, raising his Omnitool to key up the information that Vega required. "<span style="color: blue">Just tell me where to send the information</span>."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>