As the ship touched down Kopris was checking over his weapons and gear a final time, making sure to remove his chemical and incendiary rounds. He had declined Ardan's offer to store his weapon in the armory. It wasn't that he didn't trust the Turian, Ardan was an asshole but at least a professional asshole. The Turian wouldn't let pettiness get in the way of doing his job, unlike some of the other crew members. Old habits died hard, however, and the SIU had stressed the importance of self-sufficiency especially on operations that would see him with limited to no support. 

Speaking of limited, Kopris looked around at the medbay with a scowl. He had finished his check over of their general medical supplies last night. Or rather, the lack thereof. The cabinets and drawers were either empty or had the bare minimum for medical supplies. He'd searched through them all to no avail. The tiny excuse for a medbay barely had anything and the search had only made the Batarian ever more glad he had brought his own general supplies. He'd be able to string them along till he could buy the actual supplies on Illium. That was assuming that the Matriarch didn't turn anyone to paste while they were trying to bring her in. 

"Pathetic. Typical Ex-Alliance. More focused on the shooting than the aftermath." He muttered, standing up and activating his Enforcer gauntlets. The small area was illuminated in a bright orange glow as his fists were covered in an armored gauntlet covered in blades. Giving them a few practice punches, he nodded in satisfaction and deactivated them. He paused a brief moment, luxuriating in the increased heat and humidity. Kar'shan had been a hot planet, and it had been far too long since he'd been this warm. There was no time to waste, however. Kopris lit a cigar and headed down to the loading doors with the rest of the crew waiting for the Captain and listening to his synopsis when he arrived. It wasn't something he entirely agreed with.

Koyla seemed competent, but Kopris had to question the wisdom of a man who decided that the best first mission for a crew that had never worked together and had so much friction between its members was to take down an Asari Matriarch who had been fighting longer than any of them had been alive. He had to question that wisdom even more when the same man decided to give a delicate object like a syringe to a Krogan and entrusted that Krogan with the relatively delicate task of injecting the contents of said syringe into their target. Kopris gave a light shrug and put out his cigar as Koyla hopped off of his crate. It wasn't his job to plan the proper missions for the crew or worry about how well they'd work together. It was his job to put people back together when things went wrong. Kopris popped a piece of candy into his mouth, putting on his helmet and feeling his entire suit seal, and glanced over at Firu. Not that everyone seemed to want to be put back together. 

He merely grimaced at the long climb into the sewers. It wasn't the first time he had climbed into a supposedly secure area through its waste removal system, but he had hoped never to do it again. The climb itself wasn't terrible. Plenty of handholds, secure lines. He went second to last, moving methodically and keeping an eye on the people above him. While Koyla may not trust him with anything, his biotic lash was far more likely to catch anyone who fell than Ardan was. They might have a dislocated limb at the end of it, but that was better than breaking on the ground below.

He barely spared the maintenance worker a glance, pulling out his Punisher. Of course there was someone else going for Sarsi. The Matriarch had a lot of credits on her head, and if they could get the information of where she was, so could anyone else. He snorted softly at Hann's complaint, taking Ardan's advice and allowing her to create some space before following her. "Would you prefer we knock on the front door? 'Hello, we're here to take the war criminal you're hiding illegally. Could you please hand her over?'"