Name: Stephen Grayson<br/>Location: Cargo Bay-->Shuttle Bay (seems the most elegant solution to the whole situation)<br/>Tags: Veyle, Cato, Callius and Raven<br/><hr/><br/>Stephen didn't need to respond to Cato's thinly veiled threat: no outcome was good for him and, despite how fun running a blade through the Turian's carapace would be, he didn't really like the bullets that would be ripping through him after that. He merely nodded at Cato, a smile on his face as the Turian left the humans alone: perhaps a mistake, but he threw back one more little jibe at the man, almost daring a provocation that would allow Stephen to get in a few blows with the man. "If ever you feel like a spar, Mr Lacres: it'd be my pleasure."<br/><br/>Turning away from the door that Cato had left through, Stephen took a moment to look at the hastily modified shuttle bay and spent a few moments trying to decide which space would be a good one for him to occupy. He saw that a Turian had taken up the darker corner, hoping it seemed to stay out of the obvious light. The flaw in that plan was how the room was with obvious CCTV cameras. No spot would be truly private, meaning the second best option was to choose a spot which was defensible. Hell, at this rate, he might be getting a visit from a Turian in the night with no sweet intentions on his mind.<br/><br/>His plans for making sleeping arrangements were soon disrupted when he caught the back end of a conversation between two other members of the motley gathered crew: discussing something that involved him in a rather intimate way.<br/><br/>"Are you familiar with how propaganda works? One simbiotic killed by a pure human like you and he's a martyr, if he's however killed by another enhanced person, it may even split the whole organization. That aside, i could practice hacking those arms on our crewmates...might be a plus."<br/><br/>Stephen felt a mix of emotions, listening in on the conversation; Anger, amusement and perhaps even a little bit of annoyance at how little was seemingly thought of him. If people truly put stock in him only as a bit of convenient propaganda, then perhaps he'd have to educate them as to just how deadly he was, or perhaps he could just have a little fun.<br/><br/>"I didn't realise I was propaganda. I always thought of myself more as a fighter with a unique outlook..."<br/><br/>Slowly Stephen sat down, taking one of the bottles of the open bottles of alcohol and giving it a little sniff. Dextrose based food stuffs had a habit of feeling wrong to the senses and, happy with what the contents were, Stephen took a content little sip of the alcohol. He'd purposely sat on the left side of Raven, his biotic arm the one closest to her. Beside him he'd left a little gap, should Veyle wish to join them, as little as he imagined she would.<br/><br/>"...As for hacking into my arm, I'd rather you didn't: seeing as it's attached directly to a lung patch that keeps me from dying. I for one, personally prefer breathing."<br/><br/>He stared at the Turian with a steely face, giving away no emotions at all. This was the easiest mask to wear for the human: one that showed nothing, a perfect poker face. It could be used to hide so many emotions and it proved to be so convenient so oft: that and it was fun to guess what the others might be thinking he was hiding. Was the human veiling his contempt? Was he pulling a joke? Was he simply a cold bastard? All this and more could be crossing through the mind of the Turian before he broke the facade and smiled at Callius<br/><br/>"Stephen Grayson:  A pleasure to meet you both."<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, he raised his left arm as the orange tinge of an Omnitool flashed up.<br/><br/>“VIOLA, How are the Visa’s coming along?”<br/><br/>The robotic voice of the AI, pretending to be a VI, rang from the Omnitool, this time in a controlled measure that gave no reason to doubt her masquerade<br/><br/>“<em><tt class="bbc_tt">The Fluci Phi VISAS for you and Mrs Holden are nearing completion, I was able to get them fast tracked towards approval, avoiding seventeen officials and 3 channels of unnecessary bureaucracy. Approval is expected within the next Seven minutes. </tt></em>"<br/><br/>“Thank you VIOLA.”<br/><br/>The orange glow closed down and he flexed the fingers of his left arm: the synthetic augmentation’s strange material, resembling some strange mix of Kevlar and rubber seemed to move in a perfect mimicry of realism. He smiled at his drinking partners, and then glanced at Veyle: giving a more knowing nod to her, wherever she may be in the room.<br/><br/>“…what can I say, Adversity can have its benefits.”<br/>