#FreedomFalls – August 28, 2014

Ehanis is now outside the Miner's Respite, glancing around before her gaze setlles at a far point in the north-east, and she points there. "I think it's that way," she says. "At the militia's place."

Sioria nods, wearing her T-visored helmet and shouldering her rifle in a patrolling stance. "mhm, sounds about right." she says, starting to walk. "I take it you haven't been?" she asks, looking down slightly at the asari.

Sioria shakes her head, gripping her rifle lightly, seeming to relax a little. "Nope, I haven't been there either." she says. "But I am eager to start shooting soon. Been a bit too long, y'know?"

Ehanis nods. "I live far away enough to take a few bottles into the woods," she says, "but I don't know shit about the wildlife here, so I'll stick with the range for now."

Sioria chuckles, her voice a little mechanical through the filters on her helmet. "yeah, wouldn't recommend that." she says. "The wildlife around here isn't very cooperative, I'll tell you that." Good thing she's a local. She looks down at the asari, specifically down her shirt. Good thing she's wearing her helmet!

Sioria still likes the view. She gives an amused huff. "Krogan." she says. "They certainly act like animals sometimes." The turian shifts her rifle, relaxing a little more. "So, you a good shot?"

Ehanis shrugs. "Eh, it gets the job done," she says. "I went to the range often enough as a kid, but most of the shots on a live target don't need to be precise."

Sioria smirks and pets her gun a little. "Doesn't mean you can't try." she says. "Precision is my thing. Hence the rifle." The vindicator is known for being accurate after all.

Sioria smirks. "That's why you work with a team. They wittle them down, I finish them off. If I can't," she nods at Ehanis' purse. "I use that pistol. Harder hitting, but not as precise as I'd like."

Ehanis pats the purse. "I had a very precise submachine gun, but I sold it off to get here," she says. "I can also use a warp-field, but I only use that as a last resort."

Sioria frowns at the asari, but the helmet hides it. "You had to sell your weapon? That sucks..." she says, looking down at her rifle. "I can't imagine parting with mine. I'd feel naked without it." she then snorts and chuckles. "Well. Maybe not entirely naked. That takes a few drinks, eh?"

Ehanis giggles, but decides to avoid that subject. "It wasn't an old gun, either," she says. "But I don't get attached to weapons. The tech moves too fast for that."

Sioria shakes her head as they near the shooting-range. "I guess it gives me that extra motivation to keep it clean." she says, gripping her gun tight. "Tech might improve, but if you're comfortable with a certain gun you won't need to upgrade."

Ehanis nods. "Until they come along with a huge upgrade that everyone and their mother adopts," she says. "Like just a couple years ago."

Sioria tilts her head from side to side. "I guess if its a BIG upgrade..." she says, lifting her rifle a little. "Still wouldn't sell this beaut though. I'd put it on display or something." They approach the range and she goes to open the door... but its locked! "...weird..."

Ehanis tilts her head and glances around, walking over to a sign on the other doorframe. "Looks like we're here too early," she says. "Fuck. I should have looked up more than where it is."

Sioria gives a light, mechanical sigh. "We'll just have to come back later." she says, then puts a hand on Ehanis's shoulder. "Hey, how about some lunch?" she asks. "Pass the time until it opens?"

Ehanis nods. "Why not," she says, "and maybe go check out that agency's place afterwards?"

Sioria nods with a smile. "Sounds like a plan." she says, hesitantly taking her hand off of the asari's shoulder. "I'm buying."

Sioria gives a small laugh, walking beside her. "Hey, my treat." she says. "I've still got a place paid for for the next month. I think I can afford a lunch or two."

Ehanis sighs. "Okay, you can pay for it" she says in mock surrender before letting out a giggle. "Hopefully the woman ordering a room at the Respite isn't the only one in charge of Redrock's place."

Sioria smiles, holding her rifle by her side, her arm snaking around the asari's waist. "Yeah, hopefully. Still, gotta make a good first impression. Maybe you should slip into your armour before we approach them?"

Ehanis nudges the turian's side. "You ask me to put on another layer, but your hand's not saying the same," she giggles. "But nah. If this 'Miss T'Rea' the barkeep spoke of is the one I think it is, they probably know who I am already. And it's not cheap going to the homestead by taxi."

Sioria gives her side a little squeeze. "I meant for professional reasons. Afterwords I could be persuaded to rip it right back off of you." she says with a wink... that's hidden under her helmet. Damn helmet... "I doubt this T'Rea gal would have heard of me. Better keep my armour on."

Sioria shrugs, hand still on her waist. "I don't know about most turians, but I like wearing my armour. Makes me feel safe, comfortable. And badass, of course." she says with a light chuckle.

Ehanis nods. "Sounds like most turians," she says. "Casual clothing is just... lighter armor, right?" She nudges the turian's side.

Sioria gives a little chuckle at the nudge. "Yeah, I guess. Plus it looks nicer." She looks down at the asari again. "And its safer for others if I wear casuals while drinking or going out on the town. Don't want to accidently break someone's nose while drunk, y'know?"

Sioria chuckles. "I don't mean like that. Drunkeness tends to, uh... make a person flaily." She looks at her armoured gauntlets. "These aren't soft, y'know."

Ehanis shrugs. "That's assuming you can throw a punch without tipping over," she jokes. "But it's still better than sharp as fuck talons on a drunk."

Sioria chuckles. "I was thinking more an accidental collision." she says, stroking the asari's side. "As for my talons... I know I can get gloves to fix that."

Ehanis giggles. "Sure, accidental collision," she says. "I'd bet a hundred that no bouncers is gonna buy that story."

Sioria shrugs. "Well, its the truth. If they don't like it, they can kiss my hard Turian ass." she says with a grin. "Unless you'd rather do it." She walks down the street with the asari, holding on to her waist. "Any ideas on where you wanna eat?"

Ehanis responds with a hard nudge at first, wincing a little as the elbow impacts against armor. "Stop it, already," she glances around, not too many people to be seen there. "We're in polite company... sort of."

Sioria snorts and nods. "Alright, fine." she says, followed by a little chuckle. "Hmmm... well, I know a place near my compound. Kind of fast-foody, caters to both levo and dextro. My squad used to go there after a night drinking for... what was it... kebabs, I think."

Ehanis nods. "Yeah, something humans brought to the galaxy," she says. "It's not bad, so I'm fine with that."

Sioria smirks and starts to lead them in the right direction. "I'll warn you, the food looks pretty greasy." she says, looking down at the asari. "Better hope they have a truck-load of napkins."

Ehanis shrugs. "We'll see," she says. "Maybe they have some options that are less gross."

Sioria chuckles, leading the way. "I'm sure they do. The squad just called it a hangover cure." she shrugs and gives the asari a squeeze. "I know the dextro options are clean, so I assume they have grease-less options."

Sioria nods. "Exactly. I've eaten there a few times and never had any problems with it." she says with a smirk. "Maybe the Turian chef takes more pride in his work. A real Turian would."