Khosin spent most of the trip towards Virmire on his room on the Borealis, only going out of it for meals, checking on the ship's engine, or if someone requested his help, or presence, for something. He couldn’t pinpoint the precise reason but something about the mission put him on edge, especially how generous captain Donnelly had been towards their crew; he wasn’t about to complain about the equipment -he had managed to snatch one or two mods for his Mattock after all, and they had gotten an assault vehicle and a shuttle for the whole crew as well- but the attitude of the human captain had set him off somehow. 

But, despite his misgivings, there was no point going around the crew and spewing his doubts regarding the job and their employer. In the end he decided that if something did went wrong they could handle it, and if nothing happened all the better for them. As such, by the time that they had arrived to Virmire his mood -if not his feelings towards the mission- had improved vastly, even volunteering to help loading the gun crates into the vehicle that the infiltration team would take to the smuggler’s base. Once that was done he spent the remaining time with the infiltration team, doing some small talk with them to pass the time as the Borealis entered atmosphere.

Once that was done, he entered the Yolac with the rest of the infiltrations group and went silent as he tried to come up with a plausible fake identity. By the time Tonka asked them if they had come up with a cover story he had managed to come up with, what he believed, would be a plausible one “My name is Idethe Dodnovran, former member of the Special Intervention Unit of the Hegemony.” He began to recite “I was officially ‘discharged’ from the Hegemony’s military and took part in the Blitz, leading a crew of pirates on the attack on Elysium and other cities, charged with wanton slaughter and use of weapons that breached the Citadel Convention.” He finished, looking down as his omni-tool beeped and a ‘Wanted’ poster materialized digitally “Thanks Dex.” He said as he turned to look at the Turian woman, nodding thankfully in her direction before focusing on the task at hand.

Once they were at the base he followed Drono, or ‘Tenrom’ as he was supposed to call him now, along with Kasyra as the Drell broke away from the group and as he tried to bluff past a guard. It wasn’t difficult for him to pretend the muscle, he had mostly to stay quiet and look threatening -something which came easy to him as a Batarian, not to mention that he had, more than once, played the role of “dumb muscle” for the Blue Suns- occasionally making the motion to reach for his Executioner when someone looked at ‘Tenrom’ the wrong way which usually served as a good enough deterrent. What had surprised him most however was the way Kasyra carried herself, sure he had heard her when she said that the Migrant Fleet marine’s didn’t spend all time poking the Geth but the way she carried herself made it seem like she had previous experience doing this “[i]Hmm, where did she get this experience. It’s not something like a typical marine does.[/i]” He thought to himself for a split second before refocusing on the present, if his curiosity got the better of him he could always ask their resident Quarian where she had gotten that kind of experience. What mattered most now was the current mission, he couldn’t afford any distractions.