[center][h1][b][color=ed145b]Laurence[/color][/b][/h1][/center]


Laurence stared at the people talking, not quite realizing the mess on the floor around him. Letting the comments and peculiar nicknames wash over him, he even barely reacted when a random Turian biotically charged and landed in the room with them, adding another name to him. "Stompy". That was a new one. He didn't even usually kill people by stomping on them. Didn't they hear the gunfire from earlier?

The one exception to his suddenly stoic demeanor was hearing what unit the diseased Asari was from. Even then, he couldn't help a small chuckle sound from underneath his helmet.

After all the excitement, he suddenly noticed something. A small line, at the bottom of his vision, too dark to be natural. Laurence sighed. His targeting array was damaged. He realized his shields hadn't stopped every shot fired at him today. In his fit of violence, he hadn't even noticed being shot in the face. In a moment of annoyance, he finally spoke.

[color=ed145b]"I'll still get paid more than you, former slave."[/color]

He felt a sense of pride in his armor, and undid the clamps attaching his helmet to his armor, before pulling it off in a hiss of escaped air. He activated his omni tool, and began to repair it. For a moment, he realized he wasn't wearing anything to cover his missing eye and the damage to said side of his face. 

In the next moment, he realized he didn't care, and continued with his repairs.