Incinerate and Cloak

His mandibles clicked in mock disapproval. “Oh, Shepard, please,” he retorted. “Insult a sniper all you want, but never question a turian’s weapon modifications. Especially not when the turian happens to be yours truly.” Operations on Omega had taught him considerably more about modifications than he’d ever expected to learn, but intercepting and using black market weapons cargo from the mercs definitely paid off.

"Oh right. I'm dealing with Mr. Calibrations here. I better get serious" she scoffed passing the doors. Shepard halted her pace, waiting for Garrus-this floor of the Embassies always irked her. There was bound to be someone seeking her assistance. After Palaven, the last thing she wanted was more 'chores'. Garrus too, she assumed. Too much was already at stake on a personal level. 

Again, she had to smile wide to not complain about the batarian restaurant. It was going to be hard to be there. But she couldn’t figure out a good excuse nor a better place to go. She just nooded.

Leora proceeded at Danny's offer, striding through the streets a bit too eager to eat. "I'll probably just get the food to go,  Danny. Afterlife is a distraction I could use tonight." Or every night. 

“Actually…” Danny covered her chin with her hand, thinking “The only place I now is Afterlife… which is not a proper place for two ladies like us” she smirked “I was poisoned once there” she tried to do her best to not say “pf. Batarians” “Not sure if they still have the same tasteless drinks, but I’m sure they won’t try again”

Leora scoffed a smile, "Try ending up so drunk in the Citadel you find yourself in the men's restroom waking up to a turian pissing in the urinal." Danny was right about the drinks at Afterlife though. They weren't so great and the loud atmosphere was only pleasant with good company. 

She followed her look to her arm.

"H-hey now, we're on a first name basis, so you can call me Lee" she chuckled crossing her arms. "Drinks? Sure. ...and probably a five course meal but-ah" she took in Omega's atmosphere, "don't think I"ll find a decent place around here."

Danny wasn’t sure how to answer the praises of such a woman like Leora. At least, she wasn’t blushing like a teenager. She twirled her hair, thinking of something clever to say.

"Alright, Danny." Her eyes overlooked Danny's shoulders approvingly, "You've got a heck of an aim with that rifle. Oh! How's your arm by the way. The medigel set in alright?"

Danny had to hide a smirk. She was very close to burst up laughing, but she could control herself and said:

"Get out of here" she chuckled taking her offered hand firmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander." Danielle was nothing but the talk among the Spectre division and her image was frequently on Alliance ads.