Sweeping his white hip coat back, Liara T'Soni flops down next to Jane Shepard. Looking down, she sees that the seat itself is one of the unconscious humans that had just been thrashed- 'Dragonblooded', Pria referred to them as. "So." Liara glances over to Jane. "What exactly happened?"
Wincing, Jane glares at Karen Chakwas as the older woman dabs on disinfectant on the mass of cuts and bruises that currently form Jane's face. "You know, I can just cross my legs, concentrate and heal."
"And if you do that I will sedate you and call it for the utter bullshit it is," Chakwas growls, "You close those wounds as they are and they will be infected, and I will then turn you over to Lawson for whatever ghoulish experiments she originally intended. And besides which, Liara asked you a question."
Leaning back on the groaning dragonblooded, she glances down, balls her fist, and punches him in the face. The groaning stops. "So, quickly turned out that a half dozen of these guys were more than I could handle." She rolls her shoulders. A sky car speeds past behind them, sirens blaring. "So, I got'em to chase me."
Liara glances to her side. Looking across the walkways and layered streets of the Citadel Zakera Ward. More particularly, at the small fleet of emergency response skycars, and the restaurant with the neon fish on top. Which is currently on fire.
"And...that is where you found Javik having dinner with his daughter." She blinks. "Did we ever figure out how she is his daughter?" Jane shrugs. "Nevermind. So you found Javik, his daughter..."
"And the Zakera Ward Kroganball team," Jane says, "Might follow that sport now."
Swaying over, empty bottles in each hand, Pria slumps down next to Jane and throws an arm around her shoulder. "Gods damned, Shepard," she slurs, "You take me to the best places." And then she passes out on her lap.
Omnitool chirps. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, wincing as Chakwas dabs her with more rubbing alcohol, she taps it. "Shepard. What is it, Baily?"
"Commander, looks like it was eight, not six. Two more appeared one floor down and make a break for it. Looks like she got intercepted by one of your team, though."
Jane narrows her eyes. "Who?"
It was surprise that hit Mnemon Horak. Surprise at the surroundings. Surprise at the odd environment he walked in. Surprise at the smells, the sights, the sounds. Surprise at the inhabitants, the demons, and the sudden displacement.
Surprise at the mortal who leapt down from the rafters, grabbed him in a choke hold, and proceeded to body slam the fire aspect through a flaming table. The last words he heard before passing out- from both surprise and blunt force- were something about being on the 'Vegatrain'.
While Horak lies unconscious in a pile of kindling and table legs, James Vega has found something else to occupy his time. Still in his hardsuit, elbow against the wall, he grins as the green finger traces down the plates over his pectorals.
"So you are really fine for eighty seven years old-" An omnitool chirps. He brings it up. "Hey, Commander. Get back to you." He closes it, smiling. "So...what you say we sow some roots?"