That inkling at the back of his head that had been telling him this mission was gonna turn to shit? That had become a headache after the Salarian got his brains painted all over the deck, a migraine when the team all decided they didn't quite like being a team by doing whatever the hell they pleased, then a full blown, skull-splitting mind fuck when Michael handily ignored him. If there was one thing Raze couldn't abide it was being ignored. At this stage in his life he felt he'd done enough to at least earn a few seconds attention when he had something to say. 

He took several deep breaths, having once heard a human saying it helped to control one's temper. Raze wasn't sure if it had any effect on a Krogan, but anything was worth trying at least once, especially if the alternative was to twist of your new comrades heads. By the time he'd done that, feeling no calmer for it, Michael had ambled over to the dead Salarian. Raze made his way over too, barely even batting an eyelid at the distant explosion. Probably Kali or Alexa tripping some trap the sniper had set, though he doubted it had taken either out. Kali was too good, and Alexa to stubborn. 

The Krogan holstered his rifle as he approached the cooling Salarian, the usually satisfying click of a folding gun this time sounding like a cruel taunt, probably owing to the fact that he didn't even get to fire a single shot. Didn't look like he was going to get to now either, seemed the sniper had been working alone (And what an attractive prospect that seemed like now, faced with having to work with the pyjaks he was lumbered with now.) 

Alexa staggered into the plaza soon after, looking like she was half way to the dirt. Raze had little sympathy for her, a true warrior must know their own limits, but he moved to her side nonetheless. The wound was beyond his ability to heal, but he slid her hands away from the wound, not un-gently, and applied pressure around the wound himself, his bulk and ham sized fists halting the flow of blood swiftly. Kali arrived shortly after that, and he spoke up before any of the others had a chance to begin bickering again.

“You idiot's done trying to get yerself's killed? Good, then listen up. I ain't in the habit of repeating myself, and twinkle-toes there has pissed me off already by not listening. You all need to decide, right bloody now, who's leading this merry band. Michael, you handed out orders, told Kali to pursue an unknown force without backup, and that's a rookie mistake. Then when Alexa broke ranks you couldn't get her to obey your orders” 

“Kali, I've heard a lotta stories about you, but a predisposition for bad judgement ain't one of them. I don't know what’s wrong with you,” In fact he had a fairly good idea of what was wrong with the Huntress, his eyes flickering back to Alexa as he spoke, but that was a conversation he didn't ever want to have with her. His opinion on that was to live and let live. “But get it in order before it gets you killed.”

“And Alexa, you must really hate Aria to be trying so hard to hit the dirt for one last nap. . I've seen Vorcha with better sense than you. You pull a stunt like that again and it'll be my bullet that puts you down.” 

“The three of you, and that fuck-head Quarian, is gonna get us all killed. The enemy is organised, and we can't afford having three people jockeying for the position of chief. Decide now who's in charge, or I'll decide for us, and believe me when I say that wont be a pleasant experience for anyone. . . Except maybe me.” Or maybe he'd just cut them out of the whole deal, split the take half way between him and Arlius. So far she was the only one not to piss him off, and that’s only cause she hadn't done anything.