Tali glanced around as she stepped onto the dock. Her fingers danced across her omni-tool, taking the necessary steps to dull her olfactory filters. Omega stank like a bloated, five-week dead varren - largely thanks to the Vorcha hordes that gibbered from every corner, and there were few things in the galaxy that smelled as foul as a Vorcha.
Shepard was in a bad mood, for obvious reasons. They were all nervous about making the jump through the relay, and the last thing they needed was worry about Normandy's systems. But, it needed to be taken care of. The eezo processing core couldn't be neglected, or they'd be making the jump in the Kodiak.
"Tali," Shepard said, jolting her back to the present. Her eyes were fixed on a volus who was clearly drunk, and making moves on an Elcor at the other end of the docking bay. "You know what we're looking for?"
"Yes, Shepard. We need a new eezo processing core, preferably a Noverian Mark Six model. It wouldn't hurt to get some Sierra Thermodynamic Couplings while we're here, either."