Snippet #1843677

Cee'Larah looked to her right, and saw a human acting rather strangely. He was moving all around in his seat, twitching and fidgeting. It was very obvious he was looking at her, and she sighed.

"Bosh'tet," she muttered to herself. She was about to turn away when she caught sight of the man's surroundings. He was in a shop, she noticed, and Cee presumed he was the owner. This man, the owner of a shop? He moved around more than a Salarian, and that's something Cee never thought she would see in her life.

Upon further observation of the shop, Cee'Larah noticed just how messy it was. It was obviously a tech store. Cee noticed machinery parts, batteries, and multitudes of other types of technology. They lined the shelves, which were so stacked that it seemed that some of it was placed on the floor. "Terrible shop-keeping practice," Cee'Larah muttered. But she also sighed. This man could possibly be the technician she came here to look for. She then sighed a second time when she realized this would mean talking to the man. She shook her head lightly, sighed, and turned to walk towards the stall, keeping her hand near her gun. Caution never killed anyone. Well, it never killed her.

Approaching the man, she tentatively spoke. "Um, hello? My name is Cee'Larah nar Moreh. I was wondering, is this your shop?"