<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Name:</span></strong>Veyle Holden<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Location:</span></strong>Fera's Office<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Tags:</span></strong>Fera, Stephen<br/><hr/><br/>As she sat aboard the shuttle that would bring them to Omega, Veyle was feeling more at ease than she had been aboard the main ship to a certain extent. On the Citadel, she hardly ever intercted with anyone but J'alara on a personal level, and she avoided everyone else as much as possible, so being suddenly introduced into the middle of a large group had felt rather overwhelming and unnatural. Veyle had pretty much convinced herself that anyone living under the influence of the Council and the Alliance had to have been corrupted, so she avoided contact to make sure that she didn't fall into their trap as well.<br/><br/>Most people also seemed to annoy her very quickly. Surprisingly, Veyle hadn't minded Stephen's company at all yet, and she may even have gone as far as to say that she appreciated, but then they hadn't spent very much time together, so perhaps that wasn't saying much. The Salarian, she didn't have much of an opinion on one way or the other yet, although as a general rule she tended to find them considerably less obnoxious than other races.<br/><br/>Gordo and Shez'a'Re, on the other hand...Veyle would have been ready to throw them out of the airlock from the moment that the shuttle departed. And Nel'tan made her feel uneasy. His eyes seemed to glow suspiciously from behind his visor, and Veyle's gut simply told her that he was one whom she wanted to stay away from as much as possible.<br/><br/>At least the two smugglers went off to handle their own business shortly after they docked on Omega. Now if they'd been able to get rid of the remaining Quarian just as easily, it would have been even better, but Stephen apparently didn't share her opinion, or at least not exactly. It was pretty apparent that there was some bad blood between the two men, even to Veyle who was far from the most adept at correctly interpreting social interactions. What had spawned that bad blood, however, she had no idea.<br/><br/>She threw a glance over to Ledra, shrugged her shoulders slightly and turned her attention back towards Stephen and Nel'tan, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she watched and waited to see what would happen.