Mona followed the group of Krogans into the elevator. "A female krogan huh? and a warrior to boot" she thought to herself. She herself did not know much of Krogan culture other than that they are great warriors. But she did know that inequality between the sexes was not constricted to Humans. Which meant that the Krogan would have to be one hell of a soldier if she was allowed to fight. Even more so if she was handpicked for a Council mission.<br/><br/>She looked up the team data and quickly glanced over her new team's dossiers. Mixed bunch. She looked over at the Quarian. That must be Zan’Garrell Nar Neema. Hope he prefers some sort of nickname or that will be a pain to yell on the battlefield. She looked back into the dossiers. A Human biotic named Drake, a Turian scientist by the name of Thraxus and finally the whole thing was going to be run by an Asari spectre called Era T'Shara. Apparently she was on during the final battle. Mona had a strange kind of respect for the Asari. She pulled out a cigar with one hand and an old zippo lighter with the other.<br/><br/>She was in the midst of lighting it when she spotted a no smoking sign in the side of the elevator, and reluctantly put the cigar back.