Galatea is sitting by herself at the bar, a glass of water before her, having just thoroughly questioned a patron, and is now recording her experience, sitting perfectly still and holding a datapad in her hands.
#Miner'sRespite – August 2, 2013
Darsk bursts through the entrance, warily checking the interior over before curtly nodding through the door
Galatea turns smoothly at the noise, observes the krogan for a moment and then turns back, her curiosity satisfied, returning to sitting perfectly still.
Iressa shakes her head ever so slightly at the display, entertaining his dramatics by waiting outside until he seemed satisfied before stepping in. "I don't think you need to be so cautious here." She murmurs, taking a seat beside him at the bar.
Tyranniac | The bartender tenses a bit at the sight of the krogan bursting in. "Ryncol, Huh? Yeah, sure, I think we might have some left... give me a sec."
Tyranniac | The bartender, a human, turns arounda nd starts looking through the shelves until he finds a tightly sealed cylinder, grabbing it and pouring some up in a metal glass. He looks curiously at the asari, clearly surprised by her apparent familiarity with the krogan.
Galatea notices the krogan's look and looks at him for a moment, her stare unblinking and somewhat unsettling.
Darsk appaers unsetlled for a moment before thanking the bartender and visibly relaxing, drinking the ryncol
Iressa rests her arms on the bar, glancing up at the surprised looking human. "I know what you're thinking." She begins, "but give it time, he'll grow on you." The Asari grins, pleased with herself. "Now, I've heard talk of rooms to rents upstairs?"
Galatea smoothly turns her gaze from the krogan to the asari, still strangely focused and hardly blinking.
Iressa nods, "Yes, but we're not sure how long yet. I'm here so study some of the native spe... uh." She trails off, gazing at the fellow patron. "H-hello."
The bartender interrupts So, uh... Looks between the asari and the krogan. Shared room...? Two rooms...?
Iressa shifts in her seat, unable to make out what is making her so uneasy. Thankfully the bartender provides a way out. "Yes, like he said. We'll only require one."
Bartender: Al-right, that shouldn't be a problem. He types something into his computer terminal. Okay, so who's paying?
Tyranniac | The bartender takes the credit chit and hands it back after handling the payment. "Anything else? A drink, miss?" He turns his gaze to Iressa.
Iressa shakes her head, "No, no that's alright." She responds, eyeing her companion's drink and making a face.
Bartender: Safe enough, as far as Aite goes anyway. Spaceport is what most people are here for. Then you've got the mines and the manufactory... where you from? East?
Bartender: Really now? Well, you're not the only one. Hope you brought guns, everyone else sure did.
Bartender: Sure, town's safe, but the militia only keeps the peace in the town. Won't find much wildlife here.
Crime has gone down by 12.4 percent since Hnipinn Minerals instituted its new employment standards, which makes it considerably safer than most of the planet.
Iressa peers over at the other patron again, the matter-of-fact way of speaking off putting but intriguing all the same. "Employment standards?" She questions, unable to resist the temptation.
Tyranniac | The bartender shrugs. "Guess some of it might be, but your main problem is bandits, warlords, geth and whatever the hell else you'll find out there. And, of course, if you go looking for wildlife in somebody else's land they won't look kindly on it, I tell you. I thi-..." He is interrupted by a patron ordering a refill.
Certainly. After certain issues in town with discontent short-term, low-wage workforce, they adopted a reviewed version of their employment policy to maintain a positive corporate image in the region.
Hostile wildlife isn't anything for a krogan to be afraid of, but I didn't make any plans for containment... Did you say Geth?
Tyranniac | The bartender returns after serving the patron. "I most certainly did. You really are new, aren't you? Damn flashlight-heads show up every once in a while and start killing."
Successful security relies on knowledge of all present dangers. I've fought warriors from many species, but the Geth are an entirely different creature.
Tyranniac | The human scratches the back of his head thoughtfully and then looks rather gloomy. "Damn."
Bartender: Crazy Bob's the place to go to if you need any combat gear. And yeah, he does pay me to say that.
It might also help me take down some of the 'wildlife' you mentioned without destroying them entirely. Heh heh heh
Galatea sips her drink occasionally and otherwise spends her time fixing the patrons of the bar with her too-focused gaze.
Iressa gets up to take a box of equipment upstairs, trying not too draw attention to herself as she passes Galatea who seems to be occupying herself just staring at the bar patrons.
Galatea seems to be staring at everyone equally, and appears quite untinterested in the actual proceedings - in sharp contrast with her intense staring.
Iressa takes the last package up to the room, retiring from the bar and proceeding to unpack at a leisurely pace.
Please specify "ordinary". If you are referring to the general average - there are actually very few people who fulfill the exact human average to a reasonable degree.
VIs are purely software, whereas the human body would qualify as hardware, therefore your question does not cover all aspects of its subject.
I will make note of this. It would help my observations if you could specify what exactly it is that leads you to that conclusion.