A tall quarian woman in a dark enviro-suit walks straight to the bar. "Hey." She murmurs, taking a seat. "Nice place you have here." The quarian looks around, actually interested in the place. She had heard good things about it. "What is the strongest Dextro based drink you have?" Mahja asked as she picked up the food menu.
Hal had remembered his promise to the volus. He recognized the young woman right away. Making his way over to her at the bar, he offered her a slight nod; one of the many alien customs he had picked up over the years.
"This one wonders, is the quarian sure that is what they want? It has many other things to offer."