"[color=0072bc]I take it you have never dealt with an angry bureaucracy, have you?[/color]" Vella said jokingly towards Sicaria, tilting her head playfully as she eyed the turian lady, yet her eyes seemed to betray a deeper intent as they spied her person.
"[color=0072bc]Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat whose papers are spilled... or something along those lines. In short, they can make your life a living hell![/color]" 

Vella added as she eyed the turian, studying her with a brief but intense stare. Sicaria, as she was called, was an odd thing. She could sense somewhat of an inner paradox with her, a side of peace, and a side of chaos, that seemed to constantly vie with each other. It became evident the way she looked, the way she walked; harsh, aggressive movements intertwined with moments of unusual calm. 

It was exciting, Vella thought. Sicaria felt like a storm that could blown either way, all depending on how events took place!

[color=ed1c24]"Does anyone else have anything to add? If not, we move out."[/color] 

Vella would pause to look over at Aegon, raising a black glove. 

"[color=0072bc]What sort of personnel do we expect to meet? Pencil-pushers, mall-security, or elite combat personnel? Do we expect them to soil their pants the moment we open the door or fight till the last man/woman/thing, sir?[/color]" Vella asked as she cast a glance over at Aegon, curious what sort of resistance they would expect.

If someone told her there would be 200 enemies waiting down there, it did not matter much if they were underpaid security personnel who would surrender the first moment someone kicked in the door and shouted harsh words at them and hurt their feelings.

It tended to be a good idea to know your enemy, at least to a degree, whether you were going up against a bunch of part-time thugs or a dedicated death-cult or somesuch. She had heard rumours of the Cerberus indoctrination; capable of turning a peace-loving anti-war carebear into a relentless, unstoppable killing machine with zero emotions and unable to understand even the very concept of ´surrender´; and all in the matter of hours!

"[color=0072bc]The name is Vella by the way![/color]" Vella suddenly said, suddenly nodding her head at Sicaria with a coy smile that did not match with her aggressive war tattoos at all!
"[color=0072bc]Or you can just call me Vel, heh.[/color]"