Vegrull stood from his couch and carried half his pistol with him to the counter setting it down with a clink. Grabbing one of the many drinks, all standard issue, nothing intoxicating, of course Vegrull had his own supply. But as a soldier he never drank in excess amounts that would be foolish in multiple ways. One being loss of bodily control, two, lack of concentration, among many other things. Getting a simple glass cup he set it beside the bottle, popping the lid open he took an experimental whiff with his nose, picking up on some familiar smells, things that Turian's were said to enjoy. It seemed that Armstrong and his company were trying to accommodate his Turian employees in a nicely fitted place, truthfully it was quite nice and even a little flattering. Gently his mandibles twitched, two of his circular rings clinked together, not unlike that of the gun against the glass. Of course he was aware that he wasn't receiving any special treatment, but it felt like it simple because of what he had been living like for the past year.
He put the rim of the glass against his lips before tipping it down into his throat, the taste of all the old memories flushed back as it washed down his throat his mandibles twitched in a pleased and surprised manner. As he recalled the tastes he had missed, forgotten, and now thanks to Aurora, rekindled. Instinctively he smacked his lips gratefully. Rearing his head to the door as he heard the muffled movements of other members outside his door, Vegrull then gave a low growl of curiosity. How was he going to work with utterly unknown people in a place like Omega? He knew for a fact that the others would be asking the same question, which is probably why they were all avoiding one another until it came to docking with Omega. If anyone would be asking the most questions it would probably be the Salarian, they always had nimble minds. The Batarian was going to be a strange one to work with, but Vegrull knew he shouldn't judge, but thanks to the fact that he had fought for life and death against them it was hard to break out of judging his kind. Though he felt like he was a bit harsh, since Aurora had hired him for a purpose, so maybe he was to be trusted, but Vegrull would have to wait and see. He wasn't going to trust him just yet, not that it was just Tornak he didn't trust, it was basically everyone. Armstrong was a capable enough looking human, someone he didn't mind following, he just hoped the rest of his team would show the same kind of prowess as well as team work then hopefully show some camaraderie.
The elderly Turian picked the gun half up then the bottle and cup as he took them to sit them down on the table as he planted himself on the couch once more. Sighing he poured another drink, he hated this time of the mission, the waiting to arrive, mostly when there was nothing to worry about, they were still in a safe zone, so nothing was going to happen unless it happened in a civil sense with the crew members arguing among one another. Given the tense atmosphere of the meeting alone then it was possible, very possible. At the moment it felt like the ship was a hive of ticking time bombs, you have the Batarian, a Krogan and a Salarian on the same ship, and many other members who seem to prefer to keep to themselves. Not to mention on his way wandering around Vegrull noticed some strange looking people, obviously they had been hired as well, so this was truly the most unusual group of mercenaries he had ever laid eyes upon. Suddenly his mandibles flared out as he laughed, "and I am apart of them." Shaking his head still amused by that he poured another drink that soon ended up down his throat.
This was truly going to be interesting....