#Miner'sRespite – March 20, 2015

Renala is sitting at the bar. There's an empty plate on the bar counter before her, and a mostly empty glass of beer. Like last time, she's in her usual wear with a holstered Locust clearly visible.

Kirill enters the Respite in similar fashion as before, although sporting a fairly obvious black eye. There's a younger woman walking along side him as he approaches the bar, gesturing as she speaks. She looks to be in her early-twenties with short dark hair. She's wearing a similar hardsuit to Kirill's. "Well, just touch base with 'em and tell me how it goes, alright?" Kirill says to

Renala raises an eyebrow at first, but shrugs. "I don't," she says. "As long as we don't talk business, I mean." She picks up her beer and takes a long sip of it.

Aylena is currently serving another patron further down the bar.

Kirill gives a bit of a shrug. "Think you've made your stance pretty clear about me and mine." he says with a chuckle. He raises a hand and gives Aylena a wave to let her know he's ready to order. "So there isn't any use pressing that button again, right? Don't worry, I'm not here to preach to you."

Renala nods. "Good," she says. "Then you'll have no trouble from me. Unless you get too drunk to behave yourself, of course." She chuckles.

Aylena finishes serving the other patron's drink and make her way over to Kirill. "Evening," she says. "What can I get you?"

Kirill gives Aylena a smile. "Beer." he orders, "Whatever ya got on tap." He gives a short shake of his head, returning his attention to Renala, "Nah. Not much of a drinker, to be honest. But ya can't deny the value of places like this." he gives a short sweeping glance around the room, "Good place to network."

Aylena nods and picks out a beer glass. "Good place to keep up with what's going on, too," she says before filling the glass and placing it on the counter. "Was there anything else?"

Kirill gives a shake of his head. "Nah. Everything been quiet around here?" he asks, glancing between the two asari.

Renala shrugs. "Yeah," she says. "I'm not going to speak for the place in general, but I've had an easy time standing in for a colleague that was needed elsewhere. You wouldn't be seeing me down here as often otherwise."

Aylena nods, again. "We can usually go a month without action," she says. "Have to get used to some troublemakers when alcohol and people are in the same room, so 'quiet' for a place like this is when guns stay in their holsters." Another patron signals for her, so she doesn't await a response before making her way over to him.

Kirill raises an eyebrow. "Jobs?" he asks, "You mentioned a 'breach of contract' when I asked you to come out and meet with my people.... What is it you do when you're not repairing bar terminals?"

Kirill looks into his glass and gives it a bit of a swirl. "Security?" he asks before taking a quick swig, "Redrock Agency?" he continues, giving Renala a sheepish sideglance, "Don't worry, I'm not checking you out. Did my research. Comes with the territory in my position, you know? Redrock seems to be the only big crew in town."

Kirill gives a short nod. "Always good to have people you trust at your back. Problem is that most of these operations only seem to care about raking in credits. No matter who they need to hurt to do it..."

Renala shrugs. "It's not my job to deal with the morality of what we're doing," she says, "but to be fair, we never really get to hear both sides of a conflict someone pays us to get into." She takes a sip of her drink. "Don't get me wrong, though. Jason's a good guy, and if we don't need to kill someone, we won't."

Kirill raises an eyebrow. "Of course it's your job to deal with the morality of what you're doing. We're all responsible for our own actions. That's the exact attitude that has made the Terminus what it is."

Renala puts up a hand. "Easy," she says. "It's not that I'll kill for fun, it's that I trust my superiors to make the right calls. And he does."

Renala sighs. "I'm not getting into this again," she says. "Things aren't black and white out here. I'm sure the two at the top do their research when it's due, but you can't really know when the employer is in the right."

Kirill shakes his head, but his expression remains soft. "I'm not trying to lead this conversation back around full circle, but weren't you just lecturing me about collateral damage?"

Renala nods. "Yes," she says, "which you better address before you do anything in Freedom Falls." She sighs. "Sorry. I said we weren't going to talk business... and here we are." A chuckle follows.

Kirill gives a short shrug, "Not trying to lead the conversation that way... But isn't that a little hypocritical? Criticizing my organization for potential collateral damage, yet willing to look past your own potential for collateral damage given your choice of career?"

Kirill puts a hand up, "Hey now... Let's keep this civil. We're just talkin'." he says, "I don't know what you witnessed. You mentioned Adrasteia, and I can promise you that what we're tryin' to do over there is for the benefit of all of Aite. But our work there doesn't leave us a lot of options. We take the opportunities that are presented to us."

Renala shrugs. "No idea about what's going on over there, but your people were impatient," she says. "A sniper would have been a much better choice if you ask me." She drinks the remainder of her beer.

Kirill raises his beer and takes a swig. "Yeah. Much better. But it has a lot of pre-requisites that you mercenary types take for granted. For starters.... someone able to properly use a longrifle. Not sure how many farmers or shopkeepers moonlight as snipers... But I can tell ya not too many of ours." he gives a sheepish smile, "Also we'd need to know where the target is. I saw you

Renala chuckles. "I would be fiddling with that thing anyway," she says. "It was tampered with a while back. So restoring it was easy." An omni-tool notification follows. "Sorry for cutting this short, but I have to get going." She stands up from her seat. "I'll see you around."

Kirill gives the asari a nod. "Take care." he says, "Just keep in mind what I said. Sinking ships are bad for your health."

Renala nods. "Likewise," she says before making her way over to and through the door to the back before picking up the call.

Kirill remains at the bar, nursing his drink. He watches as Renala leaves, giving a loud sigh.