<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/unTX8vd.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br/><br/><br/>Awful, said one. Cold calculation and unwavering acceptance from another. Luus, not to Sparatus' surprise, now had a better grasp on the situation as a whole, and he could see why he was specifically asked to join ranks on this mission. They didn't just need 'another gun'. Mercenaries were a dime a dozen. The councilor wanted someone he trusted, even if they were no longer on friendly terms. The Quarian's questions and speculation were also valid concerns, but the councilor gestured for her to hold back as he tried to reassure her. To reassure all of them.<br/><br/>"It's well taken care of. The ship taking you out will be well stocked and filled with top of the line equipment. You will have all of the equipment you will require. You're not being sent off in a cargo freighter, even if it's technically classified as one." He adjusted, once again standing in a more casual parade’s rest. “Finding a cure is your top priority: the humans sent some of their very best and brightest minds to forge a long-lasting alliance. I’m sure I don’t have to spell it out to anyone here what it might look like if those brilliant minds were turned to paste after we promised they would be well tended to on the safest station in the galaxy.”<br/><br/>Another sigh was released, this time the turian indicated the human woman with a wave of his hand as if he were suddenly exhausted from the idea of talking without a break. “Ms. Adams. If you please, why don’t you inform everyone here what exactly happens when those infected aren’t placed into a coma.”<br/>