((Holy crap guys, I thought I posted a lot lol.  I'm glad to have all this, just I don't know where to start.))<br/><br/>Michelle wasn't the only one put off by Shakar's statement, but John wasn't about to cause a public relations nightmare, his day already bad enough since Avelo had died on his watch even if he was still breathing somehow.  That was technology his own race would just LOVE to get a hold of, but given the complex nature of the centaur's upbringing from what he'd picked up on so far, he had a literal god complex and thought he could never die.  The way he tore apart those Krogan were proof enough of that, but then again, the way the slugs had bounced away without ever touching Avelo did say something about the people he was...born from?  Bred from?  John wasn't sure, but again, he wasn't going to appear rude to him and ask...at least not yet, not until they were on the Dauntless with the others following behind them.  "Michelle, you needn't apologize, it was a simple misunderstanding and nothing more.  We're different yes, but given time and understanding, we can overcome any difficulty.  You're quite wise beyond your apparent years.  Thank you for explaining what it was that had upset you, and I'll be sure to phrase my next promise a bit more carefully.  I intend to keep my first one as best I can, just give me some time is all I ask.  I'll see what I can do when I have a moment to think."  He smiled as well, happy to have that issue cleared up for the moment.  Honor bound Atlanticans, never make a promise without knowing all the angles probably if there are any at any rate.  John made a mental note of that, his omni-tool running a passive recording session so any information and such he was able to gleam from these people was recorded in real time.  Culture he was looking for mostly, and the psychiatrist onboard the Dauntless was keying in ways to appeal to their differing natures at the same time for future meetings.  They might not like it, but John was under orders to learn as much as he could about them without appearing to be fishing for information, and so far it had been working.  The omni-tool was sending the data directly to his ship, which was then processed and sent to those that were even then putting profiles together of the diplomats before him.  Seeing two more, both women, one synthetic or some kind of artificial human since she appeared too perfect to John's eyes, and the other so exotically beautiful that even the SPECTRE had to blink once or twice before his training kicked in again, and his disciplined mind shut out any thoughts of getting into her pants the first chance he had.  Shaking hands with them both, John offered the best greeting he could to the two.  "It is an honor to meet you both, Chloe of the Var people, and Ris Tarn of Diablos.  Please, pull a seat up and get comfortable, I am hoping to see at least one more person, maybe two show up here in the club within the hour before we head out.  If they don't, a message will be left behind with coordinates to the Citadel Council meeting.  Anyway, I'm John Zatheral, SPECTRE Operative and I'm the one in charge of security during the duration of our trip.  If there's any questions, I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability, but if it's something simple and not mission priority, I might not get to those right away."  He smiled at Michelle as he said it, already falling into a habit of watching what he said, even if he didn't say 'I promise to do etc etc."