"After that idiot show, I can rest assured. You're no interspecies killer group. You're a bunch of Oddities."
Ellis holstered his weapon. The blast had singed his barrier, which continued to sizzle as the sprinklers spewed over it. He was more amused than angry. And more than a little relieved. "A Turian, an Asari, a Quarian, and a Batarian. And a Human. I was led to believe we're here to do some good somewhere? I was also led to believe combat prowess was important, but judging by the Quarian, who drops his weapon in front of potential enemies, and the Asari rain bomber, that is not the case. To be honest, I expected a Batarian. But no Krogan? How odd." 

Ellis had heard of old husks, dry and tired, still hidden, buried somewhere in the London Underground. He wondered about them, particularly about whether or not they could be awakened by noise. He'd only ever seen them in battle. Never dormant. [i]They really want me to be quiet. I wonder...[/i] 

"Is anyone here even remotely interested in seeing the old Reaper shells in the tunnels? Because I am. Quite a bit. Certainly you must be, Turian, it would be like target practice after Palaven. Or you, Batarian? Eager for a little payback? I myself wouldn't mind a little warming up. Unless anyone knows who's in charge?"

He slipped the disc back into his forearm. [i]I'll have that for an easy escape.[/i]

"Or does anyone know our mission objective?" Ellis was feeling a bit of cabin fever, or tunnel fever, in this case, antsy to shoot something. He'd believed that he'd be able to do good by shooting and smashing, but this was one weird meet-and-greet.