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Up until the tour, Sicaria had essentially been in her own world, spacing while emotionlessly reacting to the stimuli around her.  For example, when a firefight almost broke out between Katabasis and Zander's team, she had drawn her Phaeston in the blur and dropped down to one knee, haven taken aim at the human with the cybernetic arm.  But beyond that, she remembered very little of the encounter.  And for most of the tour, she had stayed unusually silent, drifting towards the back of the crowd for her own reasons.  The one exception was when she lagged behind when they passed through the War Room, stopping beside the hooded Salarian named Galda and mumbling something in a broken voice.  [color=92278f]"I-I'll be back in a little bit... I have something I could use your help with... name whatever price."[/color]  Her hands clenched into fists as she continued on, picking up the pace to catch back up with the group.

Following the introduction to the small team of Vorcha that would serve as their shuttle pilots, everyone dispersed, leaving the female Turian in the hanger with little to do.  She had no where to go, no luggage to unpack, and no real motivation to go far and simply lie down in whatever bunk she claimed.  She could go have a chat with Galda and get the information she needed, talk with Aegon about getting her name cleared, or go find someone to talk to.  And lone behold, the girl that made her nose bleed earlier was disappearing into her own ship, shouting about how she was free if anyone needed her.  Well, a good a time as any.

Taking her time, Sicaria strolled up to the entrance to the fighter and went to knock on the door.  Though, as she went to knock, it flew open on its own accord, exposing Alria in her state of undress.  The other Turian stood stunned, unsure of how to react to the situation.  [color=92278f][i]'Shit shit shit, what do I do?  WHAT DO I DO!?  Apologize?  Run away!?  Aw fuck I think she's turning around.'[/i][/color]  Trapped in her thoughts, she stood totally frozen in the doorway, a trickle of hot blood running from her nose down to her upper lip.  Meanwhile, her eyes darted around the room in a desperate attempt to avoid looking at the half-naked Turian in front of her.