"I notice how you do not adress the problem of my payment." No matter the amount, no way he'd let himself fall behind on the final amount. That meant either he went on foot, or they found themselves a gunship pilot willing to work for less than grunts like them and be involved with bloodpack and with the authorities, if anyone fucked up. Still, he was smart enough to know that the two of them were of the same breed, people who's life were work. Simbel didn't like his job, what he did like was the paycheck, which he could use to drink alcohol with hookers. "Among other things." He thus answered, not giving any more detail than that.

Still, Simbel couldn't help but laugh gleefully at the extra bit his turian friend added. "Oh Keelah, I'm more worried about cutting myself on how edgy you are, but hey, maybe there's hope for you, you did just invite two complete strangers into your home. But please! If it's not too inconvenient take the whole hand, I have a discount if it's an entire limb." He brought up his metal arm, not to show it but to change some settings. He wasn't worried about anyone observing, no one had Quarian in their translators these days, he himself spoke Turian at the moment. He simply set up a new behavioral pattern for his lib and alert levels for his VI, for despite how casually he acted he didn't trust these people one bit. He was confident in his odds, people always underestimated him, but most specifically underestimated how massive his shields really were and how accurately his arm allowed him to shot.

With this, he followed Chryseis.