Should'nt you be dancing?

[Crooz]

Another Jorgal. Not surprising, considering the clan's affluence among the krogan population. Du'arg may not have recognized Roman, but Roman wasn't at all familiar with the other krogan mercenary themselves. Some young kid, fresh off Tuchanka, probably. Roman only offered Du'arg a nod in return, focusing their attention on the asari again.

"I appreciate the compliment," they growled. "You weren't so bad, yourself, back there, but I'd prefer to stay acquaintances, if you don't mind." The krogan took a few steps back, apparently gearing up to go. "But if you're ever on Omega, feel free to look me up. I might just fight with you again." They dropped their arms to their sides, half-turning to head off in any old direction. "For a fair price, at least."

And with that, the mysterious masked mercenary vanished among the crowd. How easy that must've been is debatable, seeing as the mercenary was, at most, a six foot five juggernaut armored in mostly black. In other words, kind of conspicuous. Also, kind of ominous, but mostly conspicuous.

But with that unusual turn of events over and done with, it was high time Roman got down to business. It had been a few years since tea and explosions was a part of their day. This was seriously in need of rectification.

[Minque]

If Saliya was the type to pout, she would have when Roman preferred to keep themselves at a distance. Not everyone was like her, though, allowing friendly links to form with people who weren't immediately trying to kill her. She understood that.

"I'll keep that in mind, Roman," she said with a nod and watched the krogan walk off into the crowd. Well, steamroll off, considering the crowd either parted for them or got a shoulder check that the victim thought better about challenging when they looked up at a huge, helmeted krogan.

"She wants my body," said the turian in answer to Du'arg's question, dual-tone voice a sardonic drawl. He sounded less drunk now, which was a plus, and he wasn't listing to the side when he stood anymore.

"Perhaps on a slab in the morgue." Saliya rolled her eyes and shook her head but there was a hint of a smile there. For all her mental threats that she didn't care if he died so long as she had his information, she was loathe to let go of a valuable informant just because he had gotten a bit fresh with her while he was drunk. She had dealt with worse and let them live afterward with only a non-lethal gunshot wound or broken limb.

The turian snorted his amusement, mandibles flaring as he crossed his arms over his chest impatiently and stood with his weight on his back foot. She was just waiting for him to start tapping his foot in a signal that he wanted to go. He probably wanted to get this exchange over with and fall into bed.

"We go back a long way," she finally said, giving Du'arg an answer that was ultimately not really an answer at all. "I was simply making sure that our friendship would continue, considering I know that he doesn't hold his liquor well and that a bar brawl in the lower wards is a good place to get accidentally killed if you're not sober."

[Jorgal Du'arg]

Du'arg watched Roman leave. The crowd parting or being shoulder barged by the large Krogan. He knew how that felt and what it was like, being a Krogan himself and all. Du'arg head turned to Sal and the Turian. Du'arg smirked as he said she wanted his body and he marched over towards the Turian, getting real close to him and Sal.

"You're lucky I don't want your body Turian. I wouldn't bother with the Morgue.."

Du'arg stepped back laughing, he was laughing again. Was he drunk? Ofcourse he wasn't but it could of seemed like it with how he was acting. He stepped back and glared at the Turian for a while, The thoughts that most Krogans have about Turians passing through his head. He wasn't going to attack him because Sal was there and she could be a formidable ally. The Krogan noticed the Turian was clearly getting impatient and wanted to go.

"I wouldn't act so impatient Turian..."

Sal explain that they'd know eachother for a long time and she want to save him from being killed accidentally, which made sense seeing as anyone can kill a drunk man...even himself.

"I see.. Your friend clearly wants to leave and I assume you're going with him?"

[Minque]

Saliya Alerei

The turian's hand inched toward the pistol at his hip as Du'arg stepped well into his personal space and uttered a threat. Saliya put a hand on the turian's arm, stopping him from doing something ultimately stupid. Sure enough, Du'arg stepped away a moment later and laughed. Saliya was getting the hang of the krogan's personality - a threat that wasn't idle followed by a quick change to something more mirthful if he had no intention of following up on his threat. Well, no intention for now, anyway.

She turned her head to give the the turian a sideways smile but she had a steely look in her eye that clearly told him to stand down. He did, body relaxing and arms going back into their lazy cross over his chest.

"No rest for the wicked, Du'arg," she said with a grin, the steely look gone and replaced with her easy-going nature again. "It was a pleasure meeting you - and fighting with you. I'm sure we'll run into each other again."

Saliya stuck her hand out for him to shake, leaving it up to him whether he wanted to touch hands or grip her forearm like comrades in arms would. If he did the former, that was understandable (although a bit more polite than she was used to from krogans) but she'd prefer it to be latter just because she liked Du'arg. And, really, they'd both shown themselves to be competent fighters.

The turian didn't move and Saliya didn't blame him. Du'arg likely wouldn't shake his hand and the turian had very little love for krogans in general.

[Jorgal Du'arg]

Du'arg knew the Turian made a small move for his pistol and Sal stopped him. You don't live very long in the merc business if you don't pick up on things like that. He watched her and a small grin appeared on his face, she clearly didn't want the Turian to draw his weapons, for whose sake the Turians or his he wasn't sure but they seemed to have a mutual respect for one another. Du'arg noticed the Turian relaxed and so did he.

She spoke a saying that Du'arg wasn't familiar with but he decided to ignore it. It wouldn't do to bring it up now they were saying their farewells. He smiled and grabbed her forearm as she offered her arm, it was the only natural thing to do.

"Trust me Sal, we'll run each other again and next time I'll bring more credits than even a first rate merc could make..."

The Krogan smiled as he reference their earlier conversation. Du'arg head turned to the Turian, he didn't say a goodbye or make an effort to shake hands or anything. but Du'arg only nodded to atleast recognise the Turian's existence.

[Minque]

Saliya Alerei

Saliya chuckled at Du'arg's words. She had no doubt that if they ran into each other again, he would show her a credit chit just to be a smartass. She gripped his arm, hand dwarfed against the muscle there while her own arm was almost engulfed by his three-fingered hand. She let fo after a few seconds and dropped her hand to her side.

"I suppose I better find an outfit." Except she had no intention of doing that. Saliya was no stranger to going back on her word when needed.

The turian raised a brow plate, mandible flickering in curiosity at what Du'arg said but he didn't ask what they were talking about. He would in private later, though, and Saliya likely wasn't going to tell him.

"Good hunting, Jorgal Du'arg," she said, still smiling as she motioned for the turian to follow her and they set off down the corridor.