Name: Stephen Greyson<br/>Location: Omega, Afterlife<br/>Tagging: Veyle, Nel'taan, Ledra (?)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Stephen's tongue rolled along the inside of his lower lip, thinly veiled annoyance showing through at the response of the Quarian. He had hoped to antagonise the one with the stick up his ass, not get antagonised. After the little flicker of annoyance passed from his face he regained full composure and gave a mock salute. "Wasn't asking permission, but thank you, oh great and powerful suit. I'll remember you next time I need to ask permission from someone who isn't my superior to do something that doesn't require permission."<br/><br/>He turns his back on the Quarian, getting far too personally antagonised by the man. Sure: Stephen might have a credited anti-authoritarian stance and had only ever respected people who actually earned it, but that didn't mean he had to clash heads with everyone who thought they were superior to him because of a grand design that the Mercenary failed to see. Darwin was a smart man, and Stephen was a man who liked living. Ergo, survival of the fittest sat well with someone who considered themselves pretty high on the proverbial food chain.<br/><br/>Shrugging, he offered his good arm to Veyle, hoping the girl would join him for a drink and offer at least some sort of distraction from the simmering anger that the Quarian had inspired simply by being himself. "I wonder if Aria remembers me? Still, it barely matters: I owe you a drink."<br/><br/>Whether the younger woman took his arm or not, Stephen walked on towards Afterlife, where he would casually walk past the lines and towards the door: Hoping very much that a bouncer would try and stop him. After the last little exchange he could do with breaking something's jaw.