There's a moment, amidst finally peeling off her gauntlets, where her face doesn't move, her brain entertaining the idea of a young, fresh-faced Nihlus being physically accosted by a svelte male Krogan dancer. The fallout is suitably sublime. The corners of her lips quirk, a laugh barely contained.
A laugh that dies on the vine, as soon as her would-be teacher makes mention of the much-touted Spectre salary. As far as she knew, she'd never seen a red credit of it. She'd long suspected there was some byline in her, and only her Spectre contract, something something already an Alliance officer, all remuneration goes towards fees and sundry, something along those lines, but had never put gotten around to really asking. Should've seen if Ash was getting anything for hers. Damn.
She loads the gauntlets into the bag with the rest of her (other her) hardsuit pieces, all neatly folded and placed. Finally down to her thermals, she takes a moment to stretch as she replies. "Hold on to your Council-loving hat for this one, Nihlus: I was never paid."
FINE YOU LOOK VERY NICE. HERE'S A TOWEL.
A laugh that dies on the vine, as soon as her would-be teacher makes mention of the much-touted Spectre salary. As far as she knew, she'd never seen a red credit of it. She'd long suspected there was some byline in her, and only her Spectre contract, something something already an Alliance officer, all remuneration goes towards fees and sundry, something along those lines, but had never put gotten around to really asking. Should've seen if Ash was getting anything for hers. Damn.
She loads the gauntlets into the bag with the rest of her (other her) hardsuit pieces, all neatly folded and placed. Finally down to her thermals, she takes a moment to stretch as she replies. "Hold on to your Council-loving hat for this one, Nihlus: I was never paid."