The thugs' hasty retreat took them right past Jek's position at the Dive's doorway, and the salarian watched them flee with mild amusement as he stepped out from cover, then entered the bar. As he approached Roman he hoisted his Indra over his right shoulder, and with a whirring of micro-servos the rifle folded up into a compact oblong and clipped onto its hardpoint. He left his sentry turret hovering near the doorway, just in case. 

"It's Mr Thornton, isn't it?" Jek asked (though it was more of a statement: the salarian seemed quite sure of his own knowledge). "Your reputation precedes you."

He glanced down at the man Roman had captured, and gave his omni-tool a few taps until a it projected a medical scan holo-readout above it.

"Hm. He's losing quite a bit of blood," he observed. "I'm sure you're eager to interrogate him, but I'd better seal the wound first, or you'll have a corpse instead of a captive."

The salarian dropped to one knee to apply a dose of Medi-Gel.