Ekrom looked over the human's equipment, noting its worn appearance. He internally scoffed at the male human's bravado, but Ekrom thought the man should stop while he was ahead and someone else was taking care of his problem. It wasn't a question either, the bartender had already accepted Ekrom's credits and poured the drink. "Don't worry, Jason Rivers, you can make it up to me." He nodded to the human, trying to give him a plateau that would be fair.
The drell's eyes slid over to the Asari, the picture of sexy and collected. "Well met indeed... I hear your job needs a ship and that Quarian was never known to be dependable. I have my own frigate and with an slightly higher pay out agreement, I could see about joining your mission and lending you the use of it." He slowly sipped on his brandy. "But the command of the ship and crew will always be mine, the mission is the turian's contract, so the lead on that is hers." Ekrom turned to Sicari then. "Off the ship, your orders are final. On the ship, my word is law. If those terms are agreeable for you... please let me know now. I'd hate to pass up another contract waiting for answer from you, no matter how lucrative it could prove to be."