#kreetferronarrayya

  Teddy views Kreet as a friend, which is a rare thing indeed. She classifies friendly relationships with her into two categories. Allies and Friends. Kreet is of the only people who can say in truth the fall in the the later.  It’s one of the reasons she informed him of the target on his back.

   The name was familiar, and so was the mask. What kind of idiot would hire the friend of the target for a hit. She knocked at the door of Kreet'Ferro narr Rayya quickly, looking around for anyone who may have followed her. seeing no one, she knocked again. "Mr.Narr Rayya. It's Me, Theodora Sinclair." 

          Teddy gave a small wry smile to the Quarian she had done a job for, and now seen again and again "Hey, Mr.Mask" she didn't even give the Quarian time to react before kissing him quickly, on the side of his visor. 

   "He's that Quarian I pulled a hit for a few months ago right? He seemed nice enough. Hope he sends more work my way soon." Teddy opened the drawer of her desk for a second, found his name and nodded "Yep, I've done work for him."

☄ ~ "Kreet. Good to see you again. How have you been?"

She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her own relfection. Her hair was let down for a change and she was wearing her favourite black dress. Truth be told, she had never expected Kreet to ask her out for dinner. Just as the thought left her mind she heard the doorbell ring. "Coming." Jill yelled and hurried downstairs, opening the door.

// Yes indeed, we must!

She was holding a mug of tea and trying to extract herself from a crowd of well wishers when she accidentally bumped into the quarian. The burning liquid splashed over her hand and the commander hissed in frustration before turning to flash a tight smile to the other. "I'm fine. A little burnt, but no worse for wear. Yourself?"