Shiva glanced up at August's cybernetically altered bodyguard. He was either quiet or didn't seem to be getting any words in. So these were both mercenaries. Wow, the humans must either be keeping their trump cards within their forces or they don't want to be blamed if this team does something bad. Or maybe something else, either way it was politics that Shiva didn't want to get involved with. As long as these 'contractors,' as they called themselves, would pull their weight, there wasn't likely to be any problems.

"Don't worry about it," Shiva reassured August with a wave of her hand, "I understand. I've shot at more humans than I've talked to as well, but not so many these days. It's been a long time since the war." Shiva crossed her arms and leaned against the wall of the corridor, but held something near a sly smile for a masulu, "And seriously, you think it is rude to speak about fighting amongst my race? That's all half of everyone I know ever talks about. It isn't rude, it's boring. War stories, that is." Shiva angled her head to one side and looked at the ceiling, "Well, there are a few remarkable tales, but mostly old people prattling." She looked at August again, "Tell you what, young lady, you can be as culturally insensitive as you like, and I will tell you when you hit a nerve, because I have heard a lot." She glanced at Shuo and back to August, leaning in to mumble quietly, "Just don't mess with 5th eschelon Yuyun over there, I haven't got a handle on his prattling level yet." She leaned back to her original position, "So, what is it you contractors do? Do you have a specific skill set?"