"I guess there goes my attempt at a first impression!"
Vella privately thought to herself as she eyed the group, whom seemed to have begun to congregate around the Geth and the Turian, the latter having been profusely drenched in muck and drainage water after having been dumped to the ground. Vella winced a little bit as she felt a pang of guilt for her poor victim(the scaly one) as she looked on, and decided it was time to introduce herself.
Properly this time. Hopefully.
"Alright, time for take two!"
Moving her fingers to her helmet, she'd pull it off; revealing her deep blue asari skin, yellow eyes, and dark purple war markings around her face; as she began to walk towards the group.
"Ehh... goddess, I am so sorry about that, Turian. No bad intentions." Vella started as she approached the group, mainly Tiberius, as she raised a hand as a gesture of peace and gave a smile.
"My name is Vella Calixten Ophelia. Again, if I had known, I would have... "
Vella became slightly flush. She was not used to apologizing to people. Usually her division left before anyone could file a complaint about collateral damage, and if they were called in, such concerns were usually beyond the point of consideration. But something inside of her told her she should apologize in this moment.
"Don't worry, they only know about the friendly-fire incident! I doubt they know that the explosion was of my making! So it this isn't half as bad as it could be... "
Feeling the silent tension finally becoming too awkward for her to handle; Vella having to struggle to keep her eyes on the Turian as they desperately wanted to look at the nearest, meaningless object in the room; she would suddenly extend a black glove to Tiberius.
"What is your name?"
