Sicari rolled her eyes.  "Might as well... and call me Icarus, it's an actual name I use.  I just thought up Chryseis on the spot so that Salarian couldn't pin anything on us if something went wrong."  She made her way over to the bar and took a seat beside an already drunk Batarian that was muttering various slurs, mostly about humans and the bartender's inability to make a decent drink.  Decent or not, she was in need of some form of alcohol to help tolerate the horn dog of a Quarian they managed to pick up.  She liked the Asari, she seemed capable and decent, but Simbel... Simbel was another story.