As the conversation drew on, Opus carefully made notes in his mind, and attempted to connect the dots and gather as much intel as possible. Socializing and conversing were not entirely unlike planning a hit on a well guarded target: You observe their mannerisms, learn their habits and background, and watch intently for any lapses in the wall every individual builds, to see who they truly are. While most would consider such a dim view on a sentient's psyche to be cold or even offensive, it was not entirely the Agent's fault. It was simply how he lived, and a major reason he, unlike so many others in SpecOps outfits, had long outlived the average 'Operational' lifespan.
The female Rothian mentioned her skill set, and let out a ever-so-quiet muffled 'heh' at the mention of infiltration. They're not all just guns and brawn, Opus thought to himself. It was of particular interest to him her mention of Rahn'Masser, and how it was classified to them. Interesting... So this could perhaps be a defensive operation? What could the mighty Rothians be wary of, to forge a multi-species crew lead by a defender of Rohtian-kind? Opus was beginning to very much enjoy being a part of this task force, and had to force himself quiet before he got too carried away.
And, of course, The Masulu's: An interesting breed, Opus could not help but recall a very critical Consillium sanctioned 'political discouragement' campaign he had been part of early in his career. Their leaders always trying to preserve face, and letting others do the dirty work, the agent still admired their resolve and battlefield mastery of tactics the Sovereignty had honed over many centuries of advance and sheer military might. Such a force, both Masulu and Tempu members alike, were always a pleasure to work with. Made for good distractions, while a Dirophyd snuck away and silently dealt with the issue. A medic was useful, but possibly not nearly as useful as ArmSpecWar veterans, also whom Opus had worked with early on.
The talk soon, however, became droll, and Opus excused himself from their company as a service bot arrived with his requested items. "It was a pleasure to get to know you all. I must, unfortunately, retire... I have some minor suit repair and maintenance to attend to. A good night to you all, comrades."
2 Days later, Concord Southern Gardens
Opus had kept to himself most of the time spent at the Concord, occupying himself with training in the nearby Security Barracks (And made a few fight gamblers a tad wealthier), fine tuning his gear when he could get access to it (and sufficient privacy to remove his suit), and just generally exploring the local area. The agent hadn't had two days off in a while, and found himself at a loss, with no objective to complete, or orders to follow. There was no formal SpecOps training for how to deal with such circumstances, so it seemed he would simply have to occupy himself for the time being.
The sun had just started rising, and the agent carefully noted the many high branches of the trees, the meticulously placed shrub patterns of dozens of exotic and alien plant life, scanning and observing where potential threats could possibly choose to hide in ambush. Not that he expected trouble... Just passing time. There was not much for Opus to do, and he simply needed some sort of way to pass the time. It didn't help he was an early riser, as well.