[right][sup][color=cf9a9a][h3][b]Daro'Shuris nar Konesh[/b][/h3][/color][/sup][/right]

[color=cf9a9a][b]"The boss-man said we as a group talk too much,"[/b][/color] she said over the private channel. [color=cf9a9a][b]"So, this is me not talking. There's not much point when I have nothing worthwhile to say, either."[/b][/color] Sure, Nik's outburst had been unexpected and megalomaniacal and [i]insane[/i], the type that Daro would usually use anti-psychotics to treat, but she was pretty certain it was a joke.

She hoped. The staying quiet part was 'just in case'.

Daro wasn't particularly affected by the various sights of death and bloodshed, burnt flesh and imploded suits and the like. She figured that must mean she was getting used to Omega and scenes like these, albeit never as bad. Then again, she [i]had[/i] found a pile of Vorcha corpses three feet away from her clinic's front door in the past: not a warning, just someone who thought it would be funny. After that, she'd found nothing too disgusting or obscene. The filter took the edge off the smell, yes, but it was still [i]there[/i], and she wondered how the others must perceive it. [color=cf9a9a][b]"Well, I never thought I'd be thankful for an envirosuit."[/b][/color]

Silencing herself with a sharp intake of breath, she kept her attention to the combat scanner. No life signs meant there was little chance of them being ambushed by the corpses littering the building. They were definitely dead. The fading blip of the Turian who staggered in front of them was nothing of importance.  Even with a wound that big, she [i]could[/i] save him, but only if she had a proper operating table and some heavy-duty medical supplies, all of which was either at home or destroyed with her clinic. 

Plus, it probably wouldn't go down well with her allies. She resolved herself to ignore the body sliding wetly down the pipe with only a muttered, [color=cf9a9a][b]"Keelah."[/b][/color]

But it only got worse, with the Batarian tearing off the Krogan's crest in a move that was far too brutal to stare at for more than a few seconds. Daro pointedly turned her head away so she didn't have to view the scene, thinking of anything but the amount of pain it would've been causing.

[color=cf9a9a][b]"Why would I take it from them? It would be useless for a blood transfusion without the proper equipment around... Oh, right, I get you."[/b][/color] A joke. Humour. It was a common thing on Omega, a defense mechanism for some, utter insensitivity for others. Daro preferred her own method of [i]pretending it wasn't happening[/i].

Watching this, though, it was very hard for her to pretend that Jek was someone they should be helping instead of killing. He was exactly the sort of terrible person that Omega was ran by, and Daro could only hope that they – the vigilantes, the thorn in the sides of gangs everywhere – were not becoming mere mercenaries themselves.

She hoped Nik knew what he was doing.