The Krogan's broad shoulders rose and fell like the Rachni Empire as he shrugged. "In my experience, Spectres overly complicate matters. I'm all for a stealth approach. In fact that's what most call me for. But the moment you're too afraid to get your hands dirty, you're out of the game." His words were spoken with a finality that came from centuries upon centuries of personal experience.  

With that, he strode over to Salissa. She nodded to him as a sign of honor, and gave him her vocal respect as well. He couldn't help but give a small smirk at that. He found he liked this human. She also seemed more solidly built than most. Perhaps it was the way she walked, or how heavy she felt when she was on his shoulders. Whatever it was, she was built like a fighter. "Don't mention it," he told her. 

He nearly headbutted her as a sign of comraderie, but at the last moment he decided against it. Maybe a few more battles fought, and he'd do it. There was also the small problem of perhaps breaking her neck if he tried. Not a good start for the Spectre group. Instead, he held out his hand to shake hers. He briefly wondered where the younger Krogan was at this second. Hopefully not getting into too much trouble. 

He snorted. "Two words?" The Krogan echoed. "Well, you're blunt like a Krogan. If I had to describe the Reaper War in two words, it would be 'nice try.' Maybe in another 50,000 years they'd win. But our Galaxy was a bit too much for the all-powerful machines. It was exciting though, I'll give it that. I hadn't fought that hard in centuries." He let out a breath. "The indoctrination I think we all could have done without, however. Even if it did provide more than enough fights. The honored dead don't deserve to be treated that way...Why?"