Despite himself Raze was pleased to have been recognised. Mercenaries like him were egotistical at heart, all the ridiculous titles and names they gave themselves were proof of that. He was even more pleased that Alexa backed down so quickly. He hadn't looked forward to the prospect of explaining to Aria why he had been forced to break her pet. Though he didn't think it was merely his reputation that had cowed the Fist. No, something told him that Kali was one of the calming factors, judging by the two's stolen glances towards each other. That was interesting.

He gave all indications of ignoring Kerr'Shal and Arlius as Alexa explaned the plan, but was actually surreptiously studying his new teammates. Arlius he had heard of before, had even killed Blue Sun who had owned one of her pistols before. Had used it himself for a while, enjoying the level of carnage the small weapon could cause, but had ultimately lost it after that incident with the Thresher Maw. It was a shame really, maybe he'd ask her to make him another one someday. 

After spending a bit more time thinking about it he realised he'd heard more about Kerr'Shal than he had originally thought, after all how many biotic Quarians was there in the universe? While not quite of the same level of infamy as Kali or Alexa the pilgrim had made quite a name for himself. 

Raze heard they were getting ready to leave for the meeting place with Yarsin now. The plan was a sound one, sure and simple, just the way he liked them. While more capable of tactical thinking than most Krogan he still preferred to keep things as straightforward as possible, less to go wrong in that regard. His only problem was that the Asari and the two humans seemed to be jockeying for a leadership role. That was always a recipe for disaster, too many chefs ruin the broth, as humans say. 

As they reached the meeting place Micheal pointed to an overlooking balcony, telling them they needed to conceal themselves as he and the Fist met with the contact. A low groan escaped the Krogan's lips. His race, despite their much vaunted fighting skills, were not known for their hiding ability. With a sigh he trudged up the steps behind the Turian. It took him a while to settle his big frame comfortably while also being hidden from view. 

"If this goes south I'm going straight over this banister," he whispered to his 'allies'. "Cover me and I'll grab the pyjak Salarian. Try not to hit me with that cannon of yours Arlius, not sure even I could take to many hits from that."