<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>Omega, Afterlife<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Tags:</span></strong>Stephen, Gavron<br/><hr/><br/>Veyle stayed out of the banter between Stephen and the bouncers and then followed him inside the club when it was over and they were allowed in, cutting ahead of the long lineup. It was off when he put his arm around her waist, awkward even since she was unaccustomed to such close physical contact with others, but it made sense once he'd explained why. Veyle had never had a drunken Turian - or anyone, for that matter - grab her ass before, but it didn't strike her as something that she would have any interest in trying.<br/><br/>Having thought that the music was loud even before breeching the doors that led into the actual club, Veyle discovered that it was in fact earsplittingly painful, giving her a headache almost instantly. The countless, multicolored neon lights were hardly much better, dazzling her and making it very difficult to concentrate on anything. Now she was actually glad for Stephen holding on to her, because it meant that she didn't need to think about where she was stepping. She'd adjusted slightly by the time that they'd stopped at the bar but was still far from comfortable.<br/><br/>"Why?" Veyle retorted when Stephen plainly asserted that she would have questions and that she should ask them now. "I'm not a child!" She almost had to shout to be heard over the music and thunderous bass filling Afterlife, and it was pretty obvious that Stephen's comment had gotten her defensive.<br/><br/>It bothered her for several reasons. For starters, he was actually correct, Veyle did have questions. The trouble was that she didn't know exactly what they were, or even what they should be. She'd wanted to leave the Citadel and get out into the real world, but now that she was there, she felt lost and didn't want to admit it. Worse still, Veyle hated the feeling of being read or studied. The past eight years of her life had been nothing but scientists, psychologists and military personnel wanting to study her, while in turn she tried to fabricate a second personality for them so that she could give away as little as possible about her real self, so it was a tug of war that she was more than sick of.<br/><br/>A stranger cut in before the conversation could go any further. A stranger for Veyle, at least, though he clearly seemed to know Stephen, making her wonder if everybody in Afterlife or perhaps even all of Omega knew him. The Turian and Stephen didn't seem to be on amicable terms from what she could tell, but then again she was far from being an expert on such matters. He got straight to the point, though, which Veyle could appreciate.<br/><br/>Her first instinct was that she didn't need any sort of job, but then she started to think about it a bit more. If Veyle was going to follow through with her plans, which she most certainly was, then it could be very beneficial to have some funds of her own in case she needed them. Using the Alliance's credits for her own personal agenda would be folly - far too easy to track. If she had her own, that would be much more discreet.<br/><br/>Gavron's stare was enough to give her pause, however. Veyle had never seen eyes like those before. Dark, hostile...wanton. She felt like her privacy was being invaded just from his gaze, like he was somehow molesting her with his eyes. Had it not been so impossibly difficult to concentrate with the music and lights, she might have reactively flung him across the club. She had to resist the urge of drawing her sword and cutting him down. It probably wouldn't be very wise, and she still wanted those credits.<br/><br/>"Who's the target and how much?" Veyle asked sharply, speaking before Stephen even had a chance. She stared up at the Turian with the blank, emotionless gaze that she'd mastered, hoping that it would make her seem undaunted despite the fact that her skin was crawling underneath her suit.