The Caelestis was certainly an aesthetically pleasing vessel to look at. Whereas turian architecture and design philosophy often incorporated stark angles and straight, proper lines, salarians often liked their sweeping curves and rounded edges. A part of Sabinus wondered if it all boiled down to a reflection in cultural sensibilities; turians were a practical and martial people with little room for anything other than efficiency and an almost perfectionist social structure, whereas salarians were an adaptable people who rarely took a direct response to anything; espionage, the sciences, political negotiations often were never something that could be taken at face value. Knowledge and information was worth more than any rare metal in the galaxy to a salarian, and like an iceberg, you were unlikely to be getting more than a superficial and carefully cultivated glimpse at the individual you were interacting with. For that reason the Krogan Rebellions were pretty telling of different species' philosophies; krogan smashed moons into planets to eliminate opposition without much of a care for long-term planning, turians would fight to the last man without an ounce of fear or break in discipline, and salarians would tinker in a lab for the optimal way to neuter an entire species for endless generations to come to end a war. 

And so, it made Sabinus Tannyx wonder exactly what kind of asari decided to adopt something of salarian design to act as her personal vessel. Perhaps her father was a salarian, perhaps this Naryxa used to be a spy or at least an intelligence analyst? It was curiosity that the turian was sure would be answered before too long. After all, the whole mission objective of this particular assignment was steeped in mystery and the promise of the unknown; someone with a background in digging up where to even start looking only felt logical.

The turian paid off the two youth as promised. "For services rendered." he said, handing them each the credit chits they were owed. "Listen, don't carry on the way you have been. Even a dismal bit of hell such as Omega has opportunity for legitimate workers; one day you're going to rob the wrong person and you're going to end up dead. Credits don't count for much if you're bleeding out in a gutter somewhere." he said, taking his gear and heading up towards the Caelestis.

It didn't take him long to get acquainted with the ship; only a handful of minutes and every space and corridor was memorized, mapped out mentally. Entering from the cargo bay, where Sabinus left his kit, he found the mess hall, the sleeping quarters, the cockpit, and so on. He took mental note of the exits, including the escape pod, the engineering section with the eezo core, and an area that might have been used as an armoury. He made a mental note of speaking to Naryxa about such things; it only made sense to have everyone's combat equipment securely stored and easily accessible rather than being left about Spirits-knows-where in the case of emergency. The armouries tended to have fewer structural weaknesses and reinforced hulls and plating in case of accidental discharge, Sabinus knew. There was no telling what kind of damage could occur if a negligent discharge happened in another part of the ship.

The other crew members who arrived were already making themselves at home, and Sabinus elected to wait for the most part; it wasn't his ship and he would deter to the captain's directions before claiming a sleeping quarter or where to drop his gear off. The pilot seemed to have a chemical dependency issue to go along with his piss-poor attitude and the assortment of others seemed more like assorted civilians rather than professionals, but Sabinus knew not to judge anyone before getting to know what they could do; his time with the humans on Elysium taught him looks could be deceiving. 

Besides, this wasn't strictly a soldier-for-hire gig; the call went out for professionals such as doctors and other specialists. As far as he knew, he was the only former serviceman aboard, and he'd have to monitor the others for aberrant behaviour that would potentially endanger the mission or the crew as security chief, but for now it was a matter of waiting to see what happened.

But first, it was time to see what kind of coffee the ship contained, if any turian provisions at all. It would be a long flight otherwise.