Name: Stephen Grayson<br/>Location: Shuttle Bay<br/>Tags: Veyle, Cato<br/><hr/><br/>Her reaction to Alice had been much better than Stephen expected; he'd expected anything from out-and-out combat, screaming, shouting and all the way up to an attempted murder. Thankfully though, the woman: Veyle, had a deviant side to her. She found the revelation of the AI to be amusing, and that deviant amusement left a smile on Stephen's face. He'd underestimated her, it seemed: for she was rapidly proving to be a very interesting character indeed.<br/><br/>The sound of a whirring door alerted Stephen to how un-alone they were and the voice of Cato Lacres made him sigh outwardly. He had hoped to avoid speaking with the boring military types that Turians so often proved to be: They were all so set on what the goal set for them was that so few of them seemed to make their own. This one seemed no exception, as on first glance, it seemed that Cato lived for his sister. He listened to the man prattle and make empty threats and he only shrugged that off. Not really caring if a Turian wanted to wave his dick around.<br/><br/>Slowly, Stephen rose up and stretched. As a man who stood a bit over six foot tall, he was taller than the average human and, unlike most of his kin, stood at the same height as the Turian. His face showed no fear, but his body language showed no hostility. "Veyle and I were simply discussing ways to control the biotic headaches that many strong human Biotics inhibit. Wouldn't want her blowing your sister's ship another airlock, would we?" Stephen smiled in the same practiced, masked way he oft did. Giving so little away to the Turian who seemed to think he had the upper hand.<br/><br/>As Veyle mentioned her second name, he nodded politely: bringing up the Omnitool on his left arm and tapping away. The tapping was mostly superfluous, as ALICE was already organizing two additional Visa's with Odin. He was unsure what to think after the little meeting, but he had seemingly found an ally already: this was promising, to say the least. She'd be useful, to say the least. He took a moment to steal a glance at her, as she and Cato walked but a few steps ahead.<br/><br/>Useful indeed.<br/>