Batarians always rubbed Loral the wrong way and being stuck on a station full of them didn't do much for his mental health. It was perfectly fine to be paranoid twenty-four/seven when there was a perpetual threat of being sold into slavery. Just like his situation on the station, the situation Loral was currently caught in couldn't be helped; a batarian directly across from him and one right behind him, slouched against a wall. If he had a say in it, he'd say 'No,' purely out of a need to get at least one good night's sleep. They didn't seem to budge, however, and his senseless tapping soon turned into a nervous tick. It wasn't hard to make Loral nervous, but it wasn't exactly the easiest thing either. Actually working with batarians, instead of working on batarains seemed to rub him the wrong way. The others attending the meeting didn't particularly garner any of his actual attention, though. For the most part, these were just average criminals, regardless of their actual 'service records' looking for a quick buck or some actual revenge—he'd bet more on the latter. They were also not potential slavers. The thoughts weren't racist when the probability was actually pretty high. Slavery and the Hegemony went hand in hand; everyone knew that. 

Despite his gut feelings, Loral turned his attention toward Tanya as she began to talk. He had no particular opinion on her, other than that she seemed to be rather hyped on the plan, or on something else entirely. Of course, there was also the fact that she was attempting to pitch a sale to her would be investors. It took guts coming to a bunch of criminals with something this heinous and expecting people who weren't mentally insane to bite. Maybe agreeing to suicide missions was one of the numerous symptoms of insanity. But, Tanya and her companion seemed to have had this planned to the tee, or at least that's what she made it out to be. The thought that this was just the first step in their plan and the rest was maybe just a bunch of improvisation made Loral fidget in his seat and turn toward the other quarian. The possibility of seeing someone of his own species taking this positively would be enough for him to further humor the idea, the problem being that it was almost pretty difficult to judge a quarian's thoughts without them vocalizing it. Loral simply slumped further into his seat, his hands fiddling over his chest.

Everyone, once Tanya finished proposing her idea, chimed in their support or left altogether. Loral staid seated, watching people walk out the door without a word. He wanted to do the same, but found it difficult to stand. Thoughts of being stuck on the station the rest of his life, however long or short that would be, kept him anchored. This was a decision not many people were given and definitely not one to be made hastily; they were given days to weeks to think about this. It never really hit Loral until everyone was either shuffling out or filing in. And he had absolutely no time to mull over the pros and cons of all that was proposed.

[i]I hate doing this,[/i] he thought, standing finally. His eyes wavered and he almost advanced toward the door before the words finally forced themselves out of his throat. "I don't think anyone would want to be babysat by a batarian. Not many people like implants forced into their skulls," he said, turning toward Valok, "regardless, I'm not as renowned as our turian friend or as experienced in combat as the rest of this group, but I can aid as a field medic should things turn sour. I'm also reasonably knowledgeable in hacking and electronics, so if we need another hacker I can provide aid." Loral turned his attention toward the other quarian seated not far from him. "I don't suppose you're more experienced than I? I'm certain we can do as the batarians and stick together. For our first real skirmish, it would be wise to keep our heads as clear as possible. I've no objections to anything right now; I'm still having second thoughts myself."

Setting his hand against the back of his hooded helmet, Loral gave a sigh, "Siame took from me the only home and family I knew outside of the fleet and set my research back decades. I have as much reason to want revenge as anyone in here. Rest assured, if I'm along for the ride, I'm staying indefinitely."