Ethan "Paladin" Edwards

Ethan nodded and let out a little sound like "mmmm" to indicate that he understood.  Business like that were more common back on Omega, where as long as Aria got her cut, and the storefront was kept mostly clean, a business could literally have skeletons in their closets.  But he knew the same principle could apply in the pristine Citadel.

Ethan was hesitant in providing a description, he still din’t know this woman and wasn’t completely sure he could trust her, besides he already had his own suspicions about what had happened to the both of them the night before and there were a few possibilities about her he was considering; most likely that they were both hunting the same bounty.

Her right eye twitched in slight irritation as she tried not to roll her eyes, “I’m a gun-for-hire, people pay for my services for protection or labor…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes narrowed, looking off past his shoulder in thought. She’d been hired for something, that’s why she’d been at the bar last night. Her gaze rose back to meet his, suspicion making her jaw clench, “Or occasionally to track people down.”

Ethan smiled, he suspected, but confirmation was always a bonus, sure, they were double booked on hunting down the same guy, but as long as they were in the same boat, they might as well paddle.

Ethan thought about his past “exploits” in the Purgatory bar, it wasn’t exactly his usual hangout, too much noise, too many lights, it was a bar for visitors and partiers; Ethan usually was only there to survey a target, track someone looking to enjoy the famed night life of the Citadel, or to meet a contact, people who thought that the noise and crowds would mask their presence.

Ethan Started grabbing his clothes off of the floor, he noticed the girl trying her best to avoid looking at him and smirked as he bent over to pick up his pants to give her a little show.

She huffed when she finally gave up, standing straight as he dressed himself, “Ethan, right.” She repeated his name over several times in her head at different paces until one seemed to stick, E. Than. E-than. She sighed, “Look, I’ve got short-term memory loss, so without my ‘tool I won’t remember a thing. Unless of course you remember something that might cause a spark?”

Ethan was hesitant in providing a description, he still din't know this woman and wasn't completely sure he could trust her, besides he already had his own suspicions about what had happened to the both of them the night before and there were a few possibilities about her he was considering; most likely that they were both hunting the same bounty.

Ethan thought back to the night before.  ”I know I didn’t drink that much.”  He knew he could have drank enough to put him in a strange hotel with a strange girl and no memory of either.  But he wouldn’t have that night, he was on the job, tracking a thief, and he knew he could keep himself on the ball.

Lore instinctively checked her wrist, noticing that her omni-tool had also been taken, the shallow indents of where it habitually sat were barely visible. Mentally, she raged. Without her omni’ - and with her current state of memory - she was practically useless in the effort to remember what had happened, or why she’d even been there. She did remember it had been of some importance. She also remembered that her pants had seemed heavier before. Her hands flew to her hips. Shit! She lifted her arm in an uppercut gesture to show him her bare wrist, her voice seething, “My ‘tool’s gone too. So’s my p….ehem…my piece.”

Ethan Started grabbing his clothes off of the floor, he noticed the girl trying her best to avoid looking at him and smirked as he bent over to pick up his pants to give her a little show.

Ethan thought about his past "exploits" in the Purgatory bar, it wasn't exactly his usual hangout, too much noise, too many lights, it was a bar for visitors and partiers; Ethan usually was only there to survey a target, track someone looking to enjoy the famed night life of the Citadel, or to meet a contact, people who thought that the noise and crowds would mask their presence.

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The dancer nodded, a playful smile on his lips at Ethan’s attempts to get dry. But he graciously accepted the hand and shook it. “I find such is the case with many people these days.” Ze’ev had personally never worn armour for his kills. Not even on the stealth missions, as opposed to his seductive ones. It was always simply form-fitting clothing.

"I know I was supposed to be doing something else.  And by the looks of things…"  Ethan looked around over the somewhat cheap hotel room, and the pretty girl in it.  "By the looks of things I didn’t get them done."

Ethan thought back to the night before.  "I know I didn't drink that much."  He knew he could have drank enough to put him in a strange hotel with a strange girl and no memory of either.  But he wouldn't have that night, he was on the job, tracking a thief, and he knew he could keep himself on the ball.

For a brief, amusing moment, Ze’ev envisioned the man before him in one of the dancer’s flowing shirts and tight leather breeches, or a camisole and shorts. Definitely an amusing moment.

Lore blinked and looked up to stare at him, unsure if she’d even do…no, they couldn’t have. Could they? Her clothes were pretty disheveled. Did she get that drunk? The inner, more lecherous part of her brain shrugged, he’d have only improved with alcohol. And yet, with her biotics burning through the booze, that didn’t explain why her head hurt so much now. But he seemed decent enough, and just as confused as she. “Last night’s a pretty big blank for me too. I think…I think I was suppose to be doing something though…”

"I know I was supposed to be doing something else.  And by the looks of things..."  Ethan looked around over the somewhat cheap hotel room, and the pretty girl in it.  "By the looks of things I didn't get them done."

Ethan helped as he was heaved out of the water, explaining that “the swim is unusual, but the rest is pretty par for the course.” 

"So what are you, C-Sec?" Allison glanced at him once more, noticing his casual clothing. "Off duty, perhaps?"

Ethan ran his fingers through his hair, rapidly shaking his follicles to shake the water away and he smiled at the Drell who provided him a helping hand.

"Ooooh shit."

Ethan helped as he was heaved out of the water, explaining that "the swim is unusual, but the rest is pretty par for the course."