Urtum smiled at a few guards as they approached him and handed him the container. Placing the rotting flesh in it and closing it. As he stood there with his box of rot, the Salarian looked around the ship, watching crew members walking back and forth through the frigate minding their business, apart from a few who shot a glace at the alien to see what was going on. 

A.L.I.S.'s voice spoke up, "Excuse me sir Angelo, I am picking up some signals from this ship indicating another intelligence within it. Would this be one of artificial make up?"