The day of the job, Hann had awoken early in the day so that she may get ready in a bit of relative peace and quiet. Her helmet had already begun to play her [url=https://youtu.be/DGDyAb6pePo]morning music[/url] which stirred her into a fierce action of maintaining her sniper rifle and pistol, making sure that they were properly ready for whatever was thrown at her. It was easier when nobody was bothering her, leaving her enough time to sit in her heavily sanitized area and actually brush her short, choppy hair. For a moment, she could actually breathe in unfiltered air, though she knew it was for the best to not have an extended exposure to the outside environment, despite her meticulous cleaning. Hann, with some hesitation, put the visor back on her helmet, allowing her VI to take care of the air quality and so on. 

The song went on repeat as she danced towards the place they had called their dining room the other night, moving in tune with the music and humming, rather loudly as she went about. When she passed their makeshift table, Hann drummed her fingers along the surface, throwing her cares about what the others had been doing out the metaphorical window as she began to joyously sing along. However, the table was not where Hann was going, in fact she was in her way to the lounge in order to get started on work. Eventually, she resorted to just skipping and singing rather than actually dancing.

In her absent minded stupor, she entered the lounge, singing and happily bouncing along before jumping over the back of the couch. Then, Hann remembered that could belonged to a sleeping Krogan and in a panic, as her bottom made contact with the krogan’s body, shifted her weight too much forward. The Quarian nearly slammed visor first into the ground, it managed to twist around and land on her back instead.

“Oooooow,” Hann groaned, unmoving from her position on the floor and the music from her helmet still blaring.

Vash had been peacefully snoring in his drunken slumber, hands tucked behind his head as he slept in total relaxation. As the quarian slammed into his armored frame he was startled awake, falling off of his comfortable couch and onto the hard floor. The heavy krogan exclaimed in shock as the lounge floor shook from his collapse, spare ammunition falling onto the floor near him. He groaned then rolled backwards to reach for his shotgun, fearing that he had just been jumped. His stance relaxed as he realized it was one of his new squadmates who had collided with him accidently.

“What the hell? I thought the ship was being invaded.” Vash stated, the alcohol strong in his voice as his words slurred. Letting go off his shotgun as he rubbed his head gently, then moved towards the quarian to lift her off the floor and help her to her feet. 

“I forgot you slept on the couch,” Hann sighed in embarrassment as Vash lifted her up, her feet catching the ground though they felt like giving out due the the embarrassment. She rubbed the back of her head before walking over to an available chair and sitting. From what the Krogan could see, she seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with Vash before opening her Omni-Tool and typing on it. Once more did Hann let out a sigh as her gaze finally went back to look upon Vash.

“You are in luck, you know,” she stated, the tone of her voice shifting to how it was the night before with a professional, business oriented side coming over her. “It isn’t confirmed, but I have heard rumors that our target had a Krogan husband,” she continued, emotion draining from her voice as she went back to looking at her Omni-tool.

“I don’t blame her one bit, us krogan are the most dashing species in the galaxy. We excel in more than just combat mastery” Vash stated jokingly with a smirk as he moved over behind the bar to fetch a flask of krogan liquor and a whiskey glass.  Pouring himself a drink of his own then reaching for another empty glass.

“Care for a drink?” Vash asked as he tried to remember her name. The alcohol flowing through his systems making that much harder than it would normally be. “Henn?”

“Hann,” she corrected, clearly annoyed at the slight before she leaned forward in her seat, visor seemingly transfixed on her Omni-Tool. “And I do not drink before a job, liquor will make my aim off and I cannot have that,” she said in an equally annoyed fashion as her fingers danced around the Omni-Tool as Hann seemed transfixed as to whatever she was searching for. After a few more moments of this, the orange glow of her device faded away as Hann turned her attention back to Vash. She leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs as she watched the alcoholic Krogan.

“Perhaps you could use this information to get closer to Salisa, assuming we don’t shoot everything on sight the moment we set foot over there,” Hann suggested, her professional tone returning to her, “It would be a better chance to use that syringe. Otherwise I might have to start threatening her daughters if she doesn’t come quietly.”

“Hey, sorry, I was close. Names are hard when you’re as old as I am,” Vash replied with a nod as she turned down his offer. Then he knelt down and opened a cabinet underneath the bar. Rummaging his hands through until he found what he was looking for.

“Aha! What about this?” The krogan asked as he bounced back to his feet, clenching a bottle of Quarian made whiskey. The lettering on it strange and alien to him, but not her. “Knew we had this somewhere onboard, who knows how old it is.” 

“Going into a mission all strung up in my experience is not good either. Better to be relaxed even in the chaos of battle. But your choice,” Vash said calmly as he set down the quarian whiskey on top of the bar, then took a sip of his own poured drink. “I’ll try to seduce her, lay the old krogan charm on her. Maybe quote some of my people’s poetry. If that fails then I’ll just blow up all of her troops and tackle her.”

He added with a shrug and a laugh. Wondering what the professional acting quarian was looking up on her omni-tool. 

“The latter sounds more like your kind’s specialty. I am very familiar with that kind of work from the Krogan,” Hann stated as her head cocked to the side a bit. “I have done a lot of research on our target, digging up some good stuff, like how this Salisa is military trained and very good at her damn job at that,” she explained with a bit of annoyance towards Vash before her visor seemed to momentarily look at the Quarian alcohol. She shifted in her seat a bit, clearly holding herself back from going for the bottle.

“I would recommend not to underestimate Salisa. It may cost you your life if you do,” Hann informed he Krogan before looking back down at her Omni-tool then back to Vash, “I would get cleaned up if I were you. The smell of alcohol might give us away.”

“I think that's the way I’ll go. I don’t know any krogan poetry, I don’t think there is any. That’s like trying to find a Vorcha scientist,” Vash replied with another smile as he walked around the bar to sit in a chair across from the quarian. His drink in one hand and the quarian whiskey in another. He took a long sip, then continued speaking, nodding his head slightly. “She’s not that tough. No one is invincible, not even an asari matriarch. Shoot her enough and she’ll go down like the rest of them, though we’re taking her in alive which is trickier.”

“She’s not a varren, she can’t smell us from a mile away. I’ll take a quick shower and be fine, this isn’t even me fully drunk. Now that’s a sight to behold.” Vash added with a laugh. He was already set for the mission, he didn’t ever really do much planning or bring too much equipment. The krogan set down his drink on a low table in the center between them then rose once more to his feet.

“Here, this is yours, Hann. Have a drink of it with me if we survive taking down this crazy asari bitch.” The veteran mercenary said with another laugh as he passed the bottle to his shipmate, then sat back down in his comfortable seat.

Hann held the bottle for a moment, merely gazing at it with what could be assumed to be a lust for the Quarian-safe liquor. She sat in silence as she admired it before looking at Vash and letting out a laugh, setting the bottle back down. “That would be nice, if has been a good while since I’ve had a drink with a Krogan,” Hann said with a more relaxed tone cusping the edge of her professionalism. She got to her feet as she typed a bit more on the Omni-Tool.

“I should probably come up with a few ideas of how to use the information I found,” she said, walking away from the lounge, stopping just as she was about to turn the corner. “See you after the briefing,” she said before walking off into the depths of the ship. 

“Take it easy.” Vash said calmly, waving his hand as she left his lounge with the bottle in hand. It was of better use to her than him. 

He had stocked up plenty of other kinds of liquor in his lounge, drinks that wouldn't wreck his insides like Quarian whiskey would. He was a nice girl, someone that actually decided to pay him some company, albeit accidently. A part of him was happy to see her reaction to receiving the gift, he couldn’t stand it when people he was fighting alongside got into that ‘trance’ where they only thought of the mission. Every waking thought seemingly focused on it. Perhaps it was just the experienced mercenary in him speaking, as Vash had his own sense of relaxed readiness for the mission. He quickly downed his own glass of alcohol, gulping down the smooth, aged whiskey. Then the krogan popped out of his seat with an excited handclap, moved to his equipment and began suiting up to take down a matriarch.