Jatch was uneasy... the whole little group appeared to be here... but where was the employer? From what his experience on Omega had been employers liked to be the last ones there... but on time. He should be there... or her or whatever... so Jatch went into scan mode. He picked up his glass and casually scanned the room, taking a sip or two. His gaze never stopped anywhere for long, that would be suspicious. He checked to see who had co.e into the bar after his arrival, he counted the ones in armor he guessed were his fellow... employees, and two casual men at a booth next to the door. Nothing to suspicious, but Jatch had that feeling, after all you don't live with the blood pack for almost a century and a half and ever let your guard down. In his gut something felt wrong... and he was to exposed... then he took in possible attackers. The bartenders? No... to restrained, and the waitresses couldn't hide weapons on their person, so that left the 2 most recent arrivals... but Jatch was getting ahead of himself. Where was the best cover? Obviously, a booth... the one where the quarian was sitting next to the door. 
So Jatch hammered his shit down, stood up and made his way over, rather heavily sitting down I'm the seat across from the quarian. And crossed his arms. "So, quarian, who are you?"