The quarian watched her new boss shoot for the quickest exit in the crowd with a hard, flat face, as the drunk was dragged out of the squealing crowd. Her previously smooth, easy voice suddenly snapped taut without a hint of humor, and Tzvi immediately dropped herself into the violent flood of people on the order. She felt especially self-conscious and restless, as she tried to push for the door with the same level of desperation as the citizens and spot other shooters , because of the attire she had picked for this trip. The flashy, royal blue hood about her head worked for popular quarian style and fit more in a casual occasion, but if anyone recognized her, it wouldn’t matter that colorful clothing was more typical. The blues and yellows piercingly glared along the bottom of her periphery like a flashlight. ’So stupid.’
Tanya was in a rather worrying, potentially fatal spot as she was quickly tracked by a krogan and others , who Tzvi managed to get a few quick glances at.
“Nova, code brown. Help a girl out, will you? I have some adoring fans who I don’t think are interested in getting my contact information.”
Tzvi kept her response short and as quiet as she thought she could get away with, tilting her head down so that the hood might take the edge off of the surrounding, panicked drone, “Krogan already sees you, I’ll try to throw the others off; see if I can help.”
Glancing to see if any threat was looking her way, she kept her omni-tool low and the motions of her fingers small as she tried to spot and focus on the threats nearby. This would have to be quick. She broke into their omni-tools through the network, with a few pre-made programs good enough to generally do the trick. With that, the engineer hit the general group with the frustrated turian with a few strings of overriding commands that quietly confused the sensors so that they, while remaining online, gave false leading data. It looked similar enough to seem real, stating the basic, obvious facts – such as details suggesting there was a bunch of people running out – and was different enough to prod them in the wrong direction, partially by stating incorrectly how many people were going which way, and hopefully look for the wrong person or people.
Right as she was about to begin work with the weaponry on their omni-tools, Tzvi felt her heart jump at the sight of the hulking, muscled krogan becoming uncomfortably close. With maybe a bit more effort than she liked, she didn’t dart her glowing eyes and jerk her head to her omni-tool in some desperate attempt to find a quick fix. She rushed more at the pace of the crowd and glided to the edge where people would better block her from his notice. Forcing the slightly shaken hands to stay quick and nimble, she tilted her head just enough to scan for another opening, and took the first option: the music.
It was hardly protected, and so Tzvi sent the most basic, quick coding she had to route an excess of electricity to the stereo, hoping the extra noise and light of its destruction, from nowhere, would make them pause.
Avoiding a glance behind to check on how the krogan was progressing, and feeling the urge to grab her pistol's handle, she muttered, “Please, someone help with the big guy? Feel like he’s about to breathe on my neck and snap it.”