Aran listened carefully to everything Tanya had to say. Truth be told, the bravado oozing from her words worried the turian slightly. People with outrageous plans like this usually didn't have a very long life expectancy in this corner of the galaxy, especially not when going up against goliaths like Siame Industries, but on the other hand... she did sound a little like she knew what she was doing. At least she had the good sense to call this meeting before doing anything rash on her own. Aran considered seeking aid from more experienced individuals to be the first sign of intelligence, which is why he was never quick to dismiss any potential clients as stupid. They came to him, after all. And Tanya certainly didn't strike him as stupid. 

He decided to shelve his worries about her as a person for the moment and instead turned his mind to the actual plan of action. Stealing a ship from a starport wasn't the most incredulous of ideas. It seemed viable, especially after Aran took another look around the room -- many of the people gathered here looked exceedingly dangerous and very capable of handling themselves in a shootout. He remembered Mark Russo's name from a few years ago. The turian and the human had brokered jobs a few times, with Aran acting as the middle man between organizations or gangs that stood to profit from a little organized havoc, and mister Russo himself. The human had returned the favor once or twice by taking out individuals that Aran considered a liability to his operation. He could be trusted to get the job done, and Aran assumed that he wasn't the only one in the room. 

With the more physical side of the affair put to rest in his mind, Aran considered the technological challenges that had to be faced. Keeping the station under lockdown and the support ships in the dark... definitely possible. The trick was getting Aran to the appropriate consoles. High-level command stations had a tendency of being untethered from the rest of the digital infrastructure to avoid being hacked remotely, so he'd have to be there in person. Aran detested the thought, but if he could get an escort, he wouldn't have to do any of the fighting to get there himself. He looked at Mark Russo again, thinking it over for a few seconds, before clearing his throat and speaking up. 

"You have my interest," Aran began. "And my support. If you get me to the station security command center, I'll keep the station on lockdown and any support gunships off our backs. However," he continued, and wriggled uncomfortably in his seat, "I'm going to need some help." He looked at Mark Russo again, meeting the human's eyes this time. "Some of you may know me as Sleuth. I'm a hacker and damn good at what I do. What I don't do, however, is fighting. So if any of you ladies or gentlemen would be so kind to... ah, escort me, that'd be most appreciated." Aran drummed the three fingers of his left hand on the tabletop and looked over to the crate of equipment in the corner of the room. "And someone needs to carry that to the hangar," he added with a vague wave in the direction of his belongings. He looked at the rest of the group, hoping these people would acknowledge the importance of helping him do his job. If they could keep any scorn for his physical frailty out of it at the same time, that'd be even better.