#Miner'sRespite – December 13, 2015

Kanaya is currently working at the bar, though it is rather empty now that almost everyone has had their breakfast. She's wearing a blue tank-top under a completely open dark-gray sweather-jacket, and simple jeans.

Gren , having being surprisingly absent recently, trudges into the bar. He's typically wearing his armour as usual, though a few more dents and marks seem to be present. He makes his way towards the counter, laying both palms against it and lowering himself onto a stool.

Kanaya takes a step back when she sees the krogan entering. After a few seconds of reluctance, she walks over to him. "Good morning," she says, doing her best to pretend she's not afraid of the krogan. "What can I do for you?" The asari doesn't maintain eye contact, however.

Gren glances at Kanaya, eyes narrowing for a moment. "Who're you?" He asks, his voice low and rumbling. He scratches at the large scar adorned on his face as he awaits an answer

Kanaya frowns, unsure what the krogan meant by the question and its tone. It's obvious that she hasn't met many krogan. "Kanaya," she says. "I'm running this place while my-... the owner is absent doing Goddess know what."

Gren blinks slowly, giving Kanaya a level and intimidating gaze. Though one could argue that's how Krogan usually look. "So you've taken over for now...". He sizes up the asari for a moment. He grunts dismissively. "Aylena can handle herself," he says, "but can you? Otherwise you ain't going to be running this place long."

Kanaya frowns. "I hope I won't have to much longer," she says. "She wasn't supposed to be gone all that long, but it's been more than twenty days now." She looks around the room. "This town seems pretty peaceful, though."

Gren snorts and gestures to the empty room. "I was here less than a month and the place was shot up twice," he says. "And, from what I hear, the local merc group have been hit a few times too. Right here in town." He chuckles grimly. "So this place? It ain't peaceful."

Kanaya raises her brows. "Maybe eachother-season is over, then," she says with a nervous chuckle. "There hasn't been anything happening here. Well, except a colleague of the security guard playing a practical joke on her yesterday."

Gren grunts. "Doubt it," he says. "Someone will come a'knocking and you'll have another gunfight on yer hands." He pauses and scratches at the scar again with an irritable grumble. "And then I'll have to chase them out... Again," he says with a wicked grin.

Kanaya nods. "That's why we're paying for security, I guess." She walks to the nearest terminal, which is well within earshot, and starts tapping on its interface.

Gren chuckles. "Yeah, because they've done a great job at keeping this place safe," he says, pulling out a credit chit and placing it on the counter. "Ryncol."

Kanaya nods, again. "Well, their job is only to react when shit happens," she says, "or am I misunderstanding what security's for out in a place like this?" She walks off to find a bottle of Ryncol as it's not an order she's filled before.

Gren shrugs and scratches his scar yet again. "Security should be tighter," he grumbles.

Kanaya returns with a bottle of Ryncol and finds a normal pint glass probably not meant for krogan hands. "Your name is Gren, right?" she says while pouring the glass.

Gren looks at the puny glass, narrowing his eyes. She's joking, right? "Yeah," he says gruffly.

Kanaya walks over with the glass and puts it on the counter, leaving the bottle below the counter. She's totally good at her job. The asari then picks up a small sturdy case, small enough to fit in her hand. "Someone left this here the day before yesterday," she says. "Said it was for a krogan by that name."

Gren looks at the case, eyeing it with a suspicious look. "Who?" He asks wearily. He's lived long enough to be suspicious of virtually everything.

Kanaya looks a bit thoughtful. "No clue," she says. "She only had a glass of water, so the VI has no record on her." She glances at it. "It's just an optical disc, I think;" she says. "Had to peek inside to know we weren't putting a bomb below the counter, you know."

Gren reaches over to take the case. "An optical disc?"

Kanaya shrugs. "Or optical storage device, whatever you want to call it," she says. "Maybe a secret admirer put together some music for you?" She chuckles.

Gren shoots a fierce look at Kanaya. "Funny," he growls. He examines the case, turning it over in his hands. "Hmph."

Kanaya takes a step back. "Well, shout if you need anything," she says curtly before walking over to a terminal further away.

Gren rolls his eyes as Kanaya walks away. He pops open the box, the box looking hilariously small in comparison to the Krogan .

Gren eyes the OSD. After a moment of examining, he closes the box and looks in the direction Kanaya went. "You got a private terminal I can use?"

Kanaya looks over at the krogan and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, we don't," she says. "It's been lying under the counter for two days now, so whatever it is, it can probably wait a little longer."

Gren grunts and plucks the pint glass up, downing the drink in an instant. "I'd rather not wait," he mutters and starts to head out, leaving the credit chit on the table.

Kanaya waits about five seconds before walking over to collect the credit chit.

Gren realises he didn't put the puny glass down. So, to show his disapproval of being given such a weak holder of beverage, he shatters it in his hand! KROGANNNN!

Kanaya frowns at seeing the krogan shatter the glass, but she'd rather pretend she didn't see it than confront him about it. She sends a notice to the janitor about it a minute later.