As the others had slowly filed into the canteen in piecemeal, Iosif idly kept an eye on his surroundings, watching as the others joined up with each other or took their seats.
It was almost tempting to order a real drink, but instead he ordered the usual caffeine-substitute that most pilots on a long-haul would down to keep their flight hours up. In this case at least, it would keep his edge that little bit sharper - and it wasn't half-bad as far as supplements went, though he personally found the ampoule-shaped drinking glass to be in poor taste. Fucking tourist traps. At least he'd followed the guard's advice and avoided the varren kebabs - which appeared to be on perpetual discount.
Looking up again, Iosif spotted Vellios taking a seat with their new crewmember and resident krogan, no doubt making some sly remark. "Who would've thought Tonka would be your type," he was tempted to remark over the comms, but instead he buried the thought with a half-hearted snort, taking another gulp from his drink. That he could save for later, when they were back on the Borealis cracking jokes about each other or whatever it was that they would do. Indeed, Iosif had without a doubt grown to like their team for the most part, even if there were some fucked up elements to them that they might've occasionally dragged on. Most of them had their emotional baggage or other hooks, but for the most part they hadn't made too much of it - Vellios and his medication aside.
But then his thoughts were distracted by a low pulse erupting from his omni-tool. Haze, he noted, as he received an attachment from their navigator. A few minutes ago he'd caught a glance of the turian downing a mug of coffee or at the far side of the canteen, with ample view of the entrance.
Then 'Balto' chimed in over their private comms channel, raising the central question - how were they actually going to get him in and out of the clinic? It was a fair one, as Haze subsequently noted - before raising awareness of the map he'd just seen. That explained the attachment, at least. Just to make sure he remained in the loop, he brought the map up and followed Haze's direction as a route was plotted to the clinic.
In their grand age of technological singularity, security and surveillance were a given - information was a commodity as easily available as water or oxygen - and as both Tanya and Serena had pointed out, tampering with the existing systems Eclipse had installed to the station would eventually invite trouble, as would sticking too close together - Haze had mentioned this himself. "I'm inclined to agree with Tanya and Haze on the matter of spreading out. There's no doubt our faces have already been picked up automatically by whatever security VI they have installed here and it wouldn't take a great deal for it to flag us up if we're seen making trouble." He ran a palm across his jaw and scratched at his chin, "Maybe some of you want to go shopping whilst you're here? Consider it a good opportunity to make yourselves seem busy."
As far as gear was concerned, as Haze had mentioned with the dead drops, Iosif had what he needed. A carefully stowed sidearm went a long way, he figured, but wearing his armour would've been a little conspicuous for a freelance pilot on a place like this.
And odds were that if things were dicey enough he needed his rifle in these tight conditions, he was already screwed anyway.
Thinking on that note, he'd figured that even if things were so dire that they'd had to shoot their way out - that even if they had managed to reach the Borealis it only raised the additional risk that they could be brought down by the security detail positioned outside the station.
Which, all in all, made it that little bit more essential that they kept up the ruse for as long as they could.
It was almost tempting to order a real drink, but instead he ordered the usual caffeine-substitute that most pilots on a long-haul would down to keep their flight hours up. In this case at least, it would keep his edge that little bit sharper - and it wasn't half-bad as far as supplements went, though he personally found the ampoule-shaped drinking glass to be in poor taste. Fucking tourist traps. At least he'd followed the guard's advice and avoided the varren kebabs - which appeared to be on perpetual discount.
Looking up again, Iosif spotted Vellios taking a seat with their new crewmember and resident krogan, no doubt making some sly remark. "Who would've thought Tonka would be your type," he was tempted to remark over the comms, but instead he buried the thought with a half-hearted snort, taking another gulp from his drink. That he could save for later, when they were back on the Borealis cracking jokes about each other or whatever it was that they would do. Indeed, Iosif had without a doubt grown to like their team for the most part, even if there were some fucked up elements to them that they might've occasionally dragged on. Most of them had their emotional baggage or other hooks, but for the most part they hadn't made too much of it - Vellios and his medication aside.
But then his thoughts were distracted by a low pulse erupting from his omni-tool. Haze, he noted, as he received an attachment from their navigator. A few minutes ago he'd caught a glance of the turian downing a mug of coffee or at the far side of the canteen, with ample view of the entrance.
Then 'Balto' chimed in over their private comms channel, raising the central question - how were they actually going to get him in and out of the clinic? It was a fair one, as Haze subsequently noted - before raising awareness of the map he'd just seen. That explained the attachment, at least. Just to make sure he remained in the loop, he brought the map up and followed Haze's direction as a route was plotted to the clinic.
In their grand age of technological singularity, security and surveillance were a given - information was a commodity as easily available as water or oxygen - and as both Tanya and Serena had pointed out, tampering with the existing systems Eclipse had installed to the station would eventually invite trouble, as would sticking too close together - Haze had mentioned this himself. "I'm inclined to agree with Tanya and Haze on the matter of spreading out. There's no doubt our faces have already been picked up automatically by whatever security VI they have installed here and it wouldn't take a great deal for it to flag us up if we're seen making trouble." He ran a palm across his jaw and scratched at his chin, "Maybe some of you want to go shopping whilst you're here? Consider it a good opportunity to make yourselves seem busy."
As far as gear was concerned, as Haze had mentioned with the dead drops, Iosif had what he needed. A carefully stowed sidearm went a long way, he figured, but wearing his armour would've been a little conspicuous for a freelance pilot on a place like this.
And odds were that if things were dicey enough he needed his rifle in these tight conditions, he was already screwed anyway.
Thinking on that note, he'd figured that even if things were so dire that they'd had to shoot their way out - that even if they had managed to reach the Borealis it only raised the additional risk that they could be brought down by the security detail positioned outside the station.
Which, all in all, made it that little bit more essential that they kept up the ruse for as long as they could.