*:・ﾟ✧ wanderer.

@toughchoice

“You’re a woman after my heart, Vetra Nyx.”

Reyes is prowling the docks, datapad in hand. It’s not the first time today he has been there, and it certainly won’t be the last. So many shipping manifests to go over, so many competitors he needs to scout out, and there’s so little time to do it all. He touches the screen with a gloved finger, and the data disappears. Time enough for someone as famous as Vetra, however.

He places a hand on his hip. “You have contacts on the Nexus. You have contacts here. You’re embedded on a Pathfinder’s ship. Impressive.”

 ❝     that  so ?     ❞

 a  laugh  rumbles  in  her  chest ,  a  pleasant  &  soft  echo  given  from  the  flanging  of  her  voice .     she  hardly  looks  up ,  a  datapad  of  her  own  in  hand  as  she  peruses  wares  &  stocks ,  looking  for  things  of  use  &  of  need .     eyes  flick  from  the  counter  in  front  of  her  to  reyes  &  back  again . 

@toughchoice

     “Specialist Nyx, a word?” Not an official title, as far as he knew, but it was the one Kesh used on forms to push her work through the red tape, and he’d never shaken the habit of standing on ceremony. “I was just going over the scans the Pathfinder sent back - the wreckage of the Natanus on Havarl. We’re trying to get anything salvageable back to the Nexus - could use input from someone with experience moving cargo without drawing attention.”

                               ❛ Mercs are my bread and butter. The Turians I’ve known are BACKSTABBING sons of bitches. ❜