Lux turned his head towards Sal, and gave her one of his wide Krogan grins, one that could range from looking either funny to just plain scary and wrong.
"Well, I would have said that earlier, except Ver gave me a little speech on racial sensitivity, and to stop calling you all by your species. I still have yet to find a Quarian who can't use machines as an extension to themselves, or a Salarian that doesn't speak like a machine gun."
Verahl ignored Lux's comment, as he pushed away from the chair he was leaning against to stand up. He then placed his hand on his chin, closed his eyes, and started to mutter under his breat. After this short pause, he looked up, and towards the company again.
"Give me a few hours. I know what you're all wanting, now give me a while to figure out what's best."
He walked back to the stairs as he headed to his office. There was a short silence before Lux abruptly broke it.
"I still think we should shoot them."