Grudgingly, Firas emitted a harsh scowl that drew the look of the taxi driver with a startled, puzzled look its healthy dose of confusion, only to shrug it off with heavy shoulders and an inward chuckle. Firas could have almost swore he heard him utter the word -Turians- from the Salarian drive in a self amused tone.<br/><br/>The turian responded with a sudden curious eagerness as soon as his scowl faded, however his words were tainted with light concern. "<span style="color: Navy">No, no he didn't. I have no leads on where he and Rajarr could have also gotten too. I'm not too keen to scour this place for them either.</span>" Firas found himself having to convince himself that he wasn't going to let this situation stop him from finding a way to contact them, afterall, in this day and age, anything was possible with technology. The only problem was, finding someone who could use it... unless...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Navy">Ashana, we should return to the Acheron as planned and see if the ships communications systems will have any better luck in reaching our lost crewmates. Don't wait for me to arrive, we need to esablish a link with them as soon as possible.</span>" It didn't take long for Firas to soon add in an oddly and idle casual tone "<span style="color: Navy">Oh, and just to let you know... Cantenelli is helping us.</span>".<br/><br/>His mandibles flexed in amusement, if he was human, he would be smiling right about now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>