Clearly she'd found a topic that the Krogan would speak about to anyone. She made a mental note of it for future reference while she listened to him describing his job. He thought the planet would be fairly inhospitable, but it didn't bother her overmuch, since to a Quarian, basically everywhere was inhospitable. She wore an environment suit all the time, what difference did it make to her if it was negative fifty degrees or one-hundred and fifty? A few minor suit mods. That was it.
But she did listen closely when he mentioned the possibility of Geth. It hadn't really occurred to her that they might encounter the Quarians long hidden archenemy on this mission, and it concerned her that the Krogan thought she was here as an anti Geth specialist. Sure she knew more than a lot of the other people on the ship about them, but not by much. She was a Migrant Marine combat engineer and she killed with the skills she'd learned while with the Blue Suns. That wouldn't be of any more use than anyone else in the ship if they did come up against the Geth. Maybe the other Quarian would be of more use in such a situation, but she certainly wouldn't.
Karnak finished talking about the likelihood of Geth, but before she could respond she heard Saren begin talking behind her. She turned and listened to him, eager to get some knew information about the mission. She was disappointed in that desire.
What she did ascertain, however, was that her being here might be able to influence the Council's opinion of the Migrant fleet. Suddenly, the void that had been created with the death of her friends was filled, a glimmer of purpose filling her for the first time in the two weeks since she fled the scene of the murder of her crew. If the Council could be convinced to assist the Quarian race, then maybe their existance wouldn't be so pointless.
The fact that she would have to work under the borderline fanatic and ruthless Spectre was just the price she would pay.
Once he'd ordered them to go lift off and left, Kasyra was slightly confused as to what to do. She remembered how to operate many of the fittings on a Batarian ship from her time on the Ryushei, but she hadn't been hired to man the CIC, she'd been hired as, essentially, a skilled thug with a gun. She waited a moment or two as other in cargo bay went to their respective stations or stood listless as she was. After a minute or two without being paged to go to the CIC, she decided to explore the ship a little. She went to the lift and keyed it to go to deck two. Moments later, she stepped out into the crew deck, and was impressed. The other races aboard would probably find it small, even cramped, but having just served aboard a Quarian ship, Kasyra saw it as positively roomy. That, and it had fittings for a number of different kinds of entartainment, even a bar. She doubted she'd get to make use of that particular feature, as they probably didn't have any purified Turian alcohol. However, it did have an observation room, with a wall sized window looking out into space. This was a luxury rarely afforded on most Quarian ships, one usually had to go to the liveships for such a thing. She sat down on the couch and looked out at the endless black of space, with the Grey-green planet of Anhur below them, getting smaller by the minute.
She already knew where she'd be spending most of her downtime.
She stretched and lay down with her head on the arm of the wide chair. It was comfortable enough, and she was glad for a moment of peace and a chance to properly relax after more than a week of constantly watching her back.