Snippet #1891602

"Yeah, I figured as much. I'm smarter than that," Jeron said, adjusting his position to where he was leaning on the railing and staring into a jungle of pipes, engine parts, and goodness knows what else. The conversation couldn't continue much further as the loud footsteps of a certain Krogan echoed throughout the halls far ahead of the Krogan making them. "Here comes Faltus," Jeron stated obviously, a hint of humor in his voice. Before long, the large Krogan entered with a glint in his eye. One of those glints Krogan get when they off someone. Every single one had it. It amused Jeron.

"I came to say I left a mess on the side of the ship, and to ask if you wanted a drink, but it seems your occupied! Would it have anything to do with that smudge of Oil on your mask!?"

Jeron's head sunk, shaking from a bout of chuckles. Then he sighed and shook his head, unsurprised, "I knew it," Jeron said as Elizabeth walked off to attend to some business no doubt. "Well, I've done all the work I'm going to do today. Maybe it'll flake off when we take off?" Jeron said before pausing. "Heh, Volus flakes. Sounds like a cereal brand. A free gas mask in every box!" Jeron joked. Adding to his laughter was the way the Krogan just hefted a turret onto a table Gizmo was desperately trying to do.

"Well it seems I'm off once again. Be good boys, I have a quick job to run then I'll be back."

"Alright, be careful, good luck, and all that good stuff. Oh, and don't be too long, I'll miss you dearly," Jeron said, smile hidden by his visor. The he hesitated for a moment, remembering what Faltus had said about some... Oil? "Wait, oil?" Jeron asked, back-lit eyes looking up towards the oil smear. "Ah hell, I forgot," He said, vigorously trying to scrub the oil off of his visor. It came off soon enough, and he looked back towards the Krogan. "A drink you say? I tell you what, I've just got a case of Turian ale. You get your strongest swill, and I'll get mine, and we'll have an old fashioned drinking contest. I swear, I bet I could beat you this time!" A damn lie. The Quarian would be under the table long before the Krogan would even get a buzz. It was fun trying anyway.

However, a message pinged his omnitool, which he pulled up. It was from the boss, and one just doesn't ignore the bosses messages. "Well, looks like that bet is going to have to wait. Boss is on deck... Wait- There was a whore on the ship the whole time? Well... Damn," Jeron said, feigning disappointment. It wasn't like he could get intimate with anyone anyway. Not with his suit. However, they were damn good to look at, and he could have been ogling instead of working. :Ah well, can't be helped. Now, let's see. Where's Archer? That's all that we're missing until is becomes a real party," He said.