Raze turned at the sound of newcomers, so slow you coulda called the movement ponderous. That was just one of the little tricks he'd learnt over the years. Folks liked to think of the Krogan as big, tough, slow, vicious and stupid, so he played up to those preconceptions, giving the people what they wanted until it came to crunch time when he revealed the whole thing was just an act. Well, except the parts about being vicious and tough, he had those aplenty. 

Two humans and an Asari waltzed into view. The Asari he recognised outright, but then most people of his age in this business probably would. He'd been running in the same circles as Kali for a couple centuries now. Never worked with her, but he had heard good things. Thank fuck for that, cause the rest of these meat-puppets were virtual unknowns to him, cept the female human who sparked some sorta recollection, but he couldn't put his finger on from where. 

The Quarian asked who they all were, calling himself Kerr'Shal nar Lysin. The name rang a bell for Raze, but just a small one. Something about a pirate killer, but it was deep in the recesses of his memory. If you weren't a top class merc then chances are Raze wasn't gonna bother remembering everything about you. He'd seen too many second class mercs go back to the dirt in his time to care too much about them. 

The first of their motley crew to answer the Quarian was the female human, revealing, rather robotically, that she was Alexa Pearce, Aria's Fist. Now SHE was top class, but then that was no surprise, Aria always did like to surround herself with the best. Probably why he'd gone so far in her operation. The Fist had an ego to match her reputation though, probably deserved but no less annoying for it. She even tried to butter up to him by saying he looked he was capable, followed in short order by a threat for compliance. Raze had never been to comfortable with compliments, probably never got enough of them growing up to grow accustomed to them. Threats though, he knew threats. Made more than a few himself in his time. Didn't matter how many he ever received though, they never stopped getting on his nerves. 

"If I decided I didn't want to get on board you'd have a big problem girly. So change your tone or I'll change it for you." His voice was a deep rumble, steady and calm as Krogan can sound. Conversational really. He never made a move, his hands didn't edge towards his guns, nor did his form begin to shimmer with biotic energy. He wasn't making a threat, he was just setting some ground rules. 

After all, if they were gonna be working together then she might as well learn to be polite.