Hearing Liara’s command ring out across the open comm channel felt like an injection of relief. “Understood,” he said. He did another quick once over of his guns, shields, and ammunition before directing his attention at Wrex. For all the fun they poked at each other, their competitiveness was light-hearted and Garrus had every faith in the krogan warlord.
"Sure," he said. "I don’t think Omega has an ass to speak of, but if it did, well.." He grinned and did a small, lazy salute with his two fingers, then filed out of the Normandy after Liara. He inhaled deeply once he stilled and immediately regretted it, the scent burning his nasal cavity. No place like home, eh? He scanned the port - it looked relatively empty, but there was plenty of opportunity for snipers and assassins. He caught himself before his fingers wrapped around his gun and tucked himself into a corner, adjusting his eye piece.
Speaking of assassins.. “Thane, I’d like you with me. We’ll pick up Williams, then check the port. Everyone else, keep in touch.”
Thane emerged from the Normandy with the rest of the group, hand on the pistol at his hip––in a thriving hub of criminal activity like Omega, one could never be too careful. He nodded at Garrus and made his way over, taking in their surroundings. The deep orange dark, pierced at points by neon glare, was unlike any other station he'd been to; the air, choked with dust from eezo mines, factory smog, sewer fumes and the myriad burning things, was uniquely Omega. This place had treated him well, all things considered. There was no shortage of work for an assassin, and the work paid handsomely. He wondered idly if Garrus had known of his operations here––in the time before Shepard, he supposed, he and the vigilante would have been in opposition to one another.
Thane turned to Garrus. "Where can we expect to find her?"
