As each new comrade came to stand among the line of Spectre's, Phalanx gave silent but friendly customary greeting motions depending on the race. Human's a salute over the forehead in a horizontal manner, Turian a fist over the chest and so on. Though the Geth unit didn't say anything, not wishing to interrupt the Council as they greeted each newly made Spectre. Indeed, there was one may call tension in the air, especially when the new Commander stepped forth and spoke with the Council Members. At times, Phalanx wished to interrupt, finding that starting such tension would not get anyone anywhere but allowed the organics to talk it through. 

It found it slightly interesting that Galen did not wish to at least sit through the Asari Councilor's speech. It may be only for political reasons and not have any actual impact, but it was most likely the only time one would get to hear it. A great honor for organics, especially Turians. But the Geth knew each individual was different, which was most likely why it was neutral about any race. Holding no ill will against any.

Once the Councilor's dismissed them and Galen gave out the orders, Phalanx nodded slowly and gave a slight bow, right hand over the chest area. Similar to what a polite gentleman or butler would do while the other hand held the box. [b]"Affirmative, command acknowledge. Suggestion processing. Turian Drakel Spring is preferred to take before departure. Lowers percentage risk of organic self inflicted mental pain tomorrow. Salutations, Galen-Commander."[/b] The mobile AI spoke to the Turian before he walked away. It never understood why organics enjoyed inflicting such side effects on themself, but it still had the knowledge of what may help them. For Turians, it was special medical drink. It helped about as well as water was to humans in this sort of manner.

Taking a glance at the fellow Spectre's, it politely bowed to them before holding the box with both hands and making its along the red carpet as well. Phalanx had no gear needed other then the equipment it carried, so it would head directly to the docked ship. Although slightly eager to question its teammates and find out more about organics, its fellow sentient beings pretty much ordered for Phalanx to restrain itself. Some of its questions were considered illogical or out of place in a military environment. So despite the perfect chance, it would [i]try[/i] not to question the organics about such matters.... 

Key word [i]try[/i] but it won't hesitate to if it has a clear opening for it. Still, it was probably for the best to just head to the ship and claim itself a room... And to explore the Normandy SR3 intensely. After all, such a ship was a honor to calculate.