#Miner'sRespite – October 30, 2016

Zaylus slowly steps into the Respite, giving the floor a routine scan before making his way toward the row of barstools. Clumps of snow tumble off the boots of his dark-colored armor, and the accumulation on his shoulders suggests he's been out in the weather for some time. With a casual brush of the hand he sweeps it away before taking a place at the bar, gaining the attention of a

Mavus nods to his fellow Turian and marches off to grab the order.

Lantea quietly walks into the bar, looking about with a small hum before she plants her backside on a stool, quite close to Zaylus, seemingly the only thing in this colony that was remotely familiar to her. And that's her own kin. She looks at the bartender and orders a bit of food, some soup or a salad or something.

Zaylus blinks in mild surprise when someone takes a seat so close and so quickly, his gaze flitting to the stranger and lingering there. However, realizing he should look away, he turns to briefly watch the falling snow. He couldn't claim to know everyone in Freedom Falls, but a turian, particularly a woman, could be one he might hope to recall. But she didn't seem familiar to him.

Mavus returns with the drink and, hearing the female's order, promptly goes to heat up some spacecow soup. Mmmmm, soup.

Lantea quietly nods as she starts to consume her salad soup combo... vegetarian soup, yes, that's it. She looks over Zaylus, any markings, and if there are any, which colony's is it? "Good to see other Turians though... the cold and the unfamiliar people makes it less friendly..."

Mavus is naturally getting some levo soup and getting whomever is in the kitchen to do that because it isn't his job.

Zaylus nods a thanks to Mavus and picks up his drink, sipping to relieve the dryness being out in the snow had left. Satisfied, he sets the glass on the bar and rotates it absently. There are white marking on his mandibles and forehead that denote his home colony, but they are faded and clearly not tended to. Lantea may or may not be able to identify them as a colony in the Shrike

Tara exits the kitchen, carrying a carefully prepared bowl of dextro vegetable soup, steaming hot to ward against the cold weather outside. She's still wearing clothes borrowed from Leah - a colorful top and a pair of black pants. Without a jacket and hat the barcode on her left wrist and the batarian script tattooed on her forehead are clearly visible, along with a plethora of scars and electrical burns covering her pale skin. She

Lantea shakes her head and nods afterwards once it was set down. "No thank you, that's all." She said quietly, the nod was more of an appreciative gesture than anything else, for now she turns back to Zaylus. "I needed supplies, food and drinks mostly. I live on a shuttle, sadly." She said with a small shrug following. "What about you?"

Lantea seems to have given up on recognizing the colony.

Tara bows her head to the left in a respectful manner, departing for the kitchen without a word.

Zaylus watches Tara for only a moment before turning back to his drink, finishing a sip as Lantea turns to reply. "A shuttle, hm?" He replies, seemingly interested. A grin briefly flickers and he brings up a hand to wipe it away. "I don't see what's sad about that." He offers, gesturing vaguely in her direction. "It beats sitting." He insists, then remembering her question, adds,

Lantea nodded hastily before she clicked her mandibles in excitement. "Me too- I mean, I just applied, but it seems to have went well." She said while she started slurping up her soup. "Well... about the shuttle, I guess it's just lonely... most of the time anyway." She said quietly. Sighing afterwards.

Tara exits the kitchen once more, carrying a tray with a spacecow burger towards the rather gloomy corner booth where Gregorij sits, as always. As with Lantea she asks if he wants anything else.

Gregorij reaches hungrily for the plate of food. The questionable coordination of his hands betray his drunken state - as does the empty whiskey glass. Upon hearing the almost-whispered question he looks up at Tara, and under his unkempt hair his eyes widen and he reaches out. "Mitsu. Mitsu! What hap-..." He grabs her by the arm, using his other hand to steady himself against the table as he staggers out of his seat. "What-...

Zaylus looks in surprise and emerging delight at her response. "Well that's great! It's mostly humans and asari, you know." Hastily he raises a defensive hand, "Hey I mean, I don't have a problem with that, of course, but you understand. Not a lot of turians around here." He explains. For a brief moment his gaze drops and he appears distracted, but it's gone as quickly as it comes.

Tara flinches are Gregorij grabs her arm, an intimidated look on her face, but she remains perfectly still in place, cringing slightly as the drunk man mumbles at her, his breath stinging her eyes.

Lantea eyes the scene before she slowly gets up, looking calm and collected. Before departing however she motioned Zaylus to wait. She looked at Tara and asked with a quiet and calm tone. "Do you need help?" She asked as she motioned at the drunkard.

Zaylus looks between the scene and Lantea, scowling and the disorderly man and rising from his seat. It's unlikely he recognized her gesture to wait, but remains where he is anyway, watching carefully and holding a waiting hand to his sidearm.

Leah emerges from the door behind the counter, offering one of the regulars a friendly smile. She raises her gauntleted hand to wave to Zaylus. "I've got it." she responds as she catches Lantea's question, gesturing for her to retake her seat. She remains calm, though it's clear that she's in a rush to get to Tara's side. As she rounds the counter, she picks up her pace towards the corner booth. "What seems to be the problem?"

Zaylus gives a low grunt and nod in response, watching Leah address the problem herself. He relaxes his arm in compliance but otherwise doesn't move.

Gregorij stumbles, knocking his whiskey glass off the table in the process. Shards of glass fly as it hits the floor, and he nearly causes Tara to fall as he maintains his grip of the rather small girl. "Latoschka, Latosch-... Mitsu... I will-..." an uneven sob escapes him as he looks around in confusion. It's doubtful he even knows where he is. "They'll pay... monsters... butchers... Little Mitsu, I will find-..." When Leah

Anna rises to her feet as Gregorij starts to get agitated, reaching out for the man from across the booth. "Greg, please... you need to calm down. Let me-..." she hurries to try and catch him as he stumbles, but it takes her a little while to navigate out of the booth.

Tara doesn't respond to Lantea, her focus entirely on the floor as she continues to flinch as Greg tugs at her arm.

Lantea eyes Leah as the biotic blast connects, no matter how minor it was, Lantea saw it as a sign that Greg is indeed, NOT in a state in which he can be left unsupervised. "Cease this or I'll call the security." She hissed at him. She was standing at ease, arms folded on each other behind her back. She looked calm, but it was clear she was not all that calm, judging by her hiss.

Leah stumbles backwards, caught off-guard by the drunkard's attack. She nearly topples onto her ass, but manages to keep her balance. Despite her instinct to go on the offensive in defense of herself and Tara, Gregorij is a customer and, regardless of his state, it's her job to protect him. Even if it's from herself. "Tara." she says sternly as she realizes Greg no longer has ahold of her, "Go in the back, okay? I've got this

Lantea moves back and frowns slightly. Biotics were never her thing... Instead she returns to Zaylus' side. "Do you know any of them?" She asked quietly.

Tara quickly nods, hurrying out of the way and walking at a quick pace towards the kitchen door.

Zaylus curses under his breath and draws his Carnifex, but keeps it down at his side. He sides up to Lantea as she draws back, and he nods passively as he continues watching the scene. Leah seems to be managing the drunken man but the display of biotics has him concerned enough to be on standby. "Yeah, I see this guy all the time. Usually isn't so... much." He decides, watching with

Lantea nodded quietly and for now just seems to silently observe, she knew she had no authority here, so even that little stunt she pulled a moment ago was something that she should've done, but it seems the lack of NCO shouting her head off is giving her a feeling of freedom, which she intends to enjoy occasionally.

Gregorij stumbles again after the biotic burst, cradling his head in pain as he continues to mumble, the words "kill" and "Alliance" all that is audible. Anna is quick to move in and support him before he falls. "Let's go back to the room, Greg. You need to take your medication. I will open the reserve supply. It's going to be fine." The mech's voice is sympathetic and soothing despite its digitized nature, and the confused man

Zaylus watches carefully as the man seems to calm and excuse himself from the floor. Looking between him and Leah, the turian relaxes again, slipping the gun back into its place on his hip. With a dry look he faces Lantea. "Welcome to Freedom Falls." He jokes, pulling himself back onto the barstool.

Lantea follows, but not before she comments on the choice of handgun the man was using. "Rather... powerful side-arm. Is it not a bit of an overkill though? I don't really see many armored individuals here." She said with a shrug, slightly humming while she gets back to her meal.

Leah allows the biotic energy she built up to dissipate as she lets out a deep sigh. She remains in place, watching as Greg is escorted towards the stairs. Once it seems as though the ordeal is wrapped up, she glances around at those nearby, giving a bright smile. "Everything's fine, people." she announces, "Just a misunderstanding! Go back to your drinks!" She passes a glance to one of the regulars- a miner at a nearby booth-

Zaylus is about to respond to her observations when Leah attempts damage control. He looks briefly around the bar to gauge how well she did, and shrugs to himself. Turning back to the turian, he gives her a rather confused look. "It's not the people around here I am awfully concerned about." He replies, thinking of the drunken biotic for just a moment before continuing, "You're signing

Lantea shrugs and sighs. "That's fair enough." She said before she finished her meal. "Is there anything you want to tell me about the company? Anything I should consider?" she asked as she thought about what he just said last.

Leah gives Zaylus a playful shove on the shoulder as she passes by him to round the counter. "You've been a stranger lately! It's good to finally see you again, Zaylus." she says without breaking her stride.

Zaylus sips his drink thoughtfully, slowly realizing he's never thought about the question before. "Well..." he begins, glancing behind himself, managing to catch sight of Leah and she's coming around. He takes the shove and gives a insincere growl, "I'll be sure to get out more." He replies to the departing Leah, shaking his head as he refocuses his attention on Lantea. "It's like

Leah gives a snicker as she continues through the door behind the counter and begins her search for Tara. "Tara~ You okay?" she calls out. "I took care of it. Mr. Sakamoto is back in his room."

Tara is already in the kitchen, having gotten to work sorting dishes. She glances briefly towards the door as she hears Leah.

Lantea shrugged ever so slightly before she nodded. "Well, just what I expected then." Lantea's expression did not really change much, she was intrigued a little, but that's about it, the rest's a poker face right now.

Zaylus blinks, caught off guard by her reaction, or lack thereof. Clearing his throat, he shifts in his seat and takes up the nearly empty drink in one hand, but doesn't bring it up yet. "Oh? You do a lot of this work, then? You know... on your lonely shuttle?" He questions with a raised browplate, clearly pressing for something.

Leah continues to track Tara into the kitchen. She places a hand on her shoulder as she approaches her and gives her a little shake. "You alright? He didn't mean any harm. Just had a little too much to drink." she frowns. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Tara flinches slightly as Leah places a hand on her shoulder, but calms down almost immediately. She nods faintly. "I'm alright." she confirms, her voice barely audible over the clanking of the dishes.

Leah's smile widens and she gives Tara a quick hug. "Well just let me know if you need anything, alright?" she asks before stepping back. "I'll let you get back to work."

Lantea gently shakes her head. "No, not really... I did not. But I used to be a soldier before, I know what comrades are like, I'm guessing this is going to be less strict, but all in all, it's similar." She said with a small sigh.

Zaylus nods slowly, growing increasingly unsettled by her quiet responses. He casually downs the rest of his drink, sliding the glass forward on the counter. "I don't know what to tell you, but just be prepared for something other than you're used to. That's my advice." After paying for his drink, he rises from his seat. "Well, I'm sure I'll see you around." He notes, giving a cordial

Leah returns to the counter, deciding to remain out-and-about to stretch her legs for a bit rather than returning to the security office. "Leaving so soon~?" she hums as she catches the tail end of Lantea and Zaylus' conversation. "Take care, Zaylus."

Lantea nodded at him. "Thanks for the advice." She said, surprisingly loud this time before she slowly placed her arms on the counter. "Got something stiff to drink, that's the term, right...?" She asked.

Zaylus recoils slightly at the response, nodding absently as Leah sends him off. "Yeah, take care." He murmurs in echo. He lingers for a moment, a look of dull confusion resting before he shakes it away and turns to leave. He steps lively out of the building and into the snow, showing no reaction to it as he begins to trudge away from the city center.

Leah leans against the counter, resting her armored forearms against it. It takes her a moment to register Lantea's request before she furrows her brow. "Oh! Sorry, I don't bartend! I'm just the muscle." she says, wincing slightly at the inconvenience. She glances over towards the bartender and waves him over. "He can help ya. Trust me, you wouldn't want me to make your drink." she says, her gaze returning to the turian.