“You waltz in here and then ask me for favors?” She barks an unamused laugh. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

“It’s not so much a favor as information.” Nihlus clenches his jaw at her arched brow, forcing himself to relax and watch his words. “You have eyes and ears everywhere. You might know anyone that goes against the norm of this place. Someone who actually gives a shit what happens to people here.”

He knows he has just bitten past her elegant, asari interior and into the rotten core as she stiffens and lets a flicker of biotics shimmer across her form. “Your fucking stupidity will get you killed.” She relaxes, face shifting into the expressionless mask of indifference. “You won’t find anyone here of that nature. Omega only has mercs, and not a damn one of them would just help you out of the kindness of their hearts.” She snorts and says, “They’d just as soon kill you as help.”

Fighting not to sigh in disappointment, Nihlus balls his hands into fists. He knew there wouldn’t be a single person on this pathetic station, but he admits to having a fraction of naive hope. It’s better to grant himself some hope at times or suffer the fate of a tattered psyche like his mentor from decades of beating down any trace of faith.

He hears Aria sigh loudly, her shoulders bouncing in exaggeration. “Fine. Since you look like an absolutely pathetic child sitting there, I’ll give you one name to look into. Archangel.”

Blinking in surprise at the very human name, he rumbles curiously. He knows of a human religion involving otherworldly beings by the name, but doesn’t expect it to make any sort of appearance here, in this place of living decay. Still, he’ll accept the little bit of information given.

“Archangel.” Testing his luck, he flicks his mandibles and hums softly. “Is there anything else you’d tell me?”

She makes an insufferable grumble as she flicks her eyes up to the ceiling before looking back down to him. “He’s some kind of vigilante with a fucking deathwish. He has a band of other idiots who all think they can – fuck, I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking they can accomplish. They make it a habit of getting in the ways of the Blood Pack, Blue Suns, and Eclipse, to name a few.” She shrugs, obviously having no opinion of Archangel one way or another. “Ask the dancers for information. I’m not your fucking informant.”