Vetra, PeeBee, and Drack wait, their expressions expectant and vaguely puzzled. They have been brought into the cockpit of the Tempest without being told exactly why. There are no explosions or emergencies to be attended to; merely the salarian who pilots the ship, sitting uncomfortably in his chair and glaring at the human pathfinder.
"Please?" Ryder asks him again. "I want them to hear it."
Kallo Jath turns his head away. "No," he answers, momentarily glancing back to Ryder with his mouth falling into a grim line of betrayal. "Besides, you promised that you wouldn't tell anyone about it."
Ryder begs, placing her palms together. "I promise I won't ask ever again."
"I don't believe you in the slightest."
"I... Um, super promise?"
He huffs. "Fine," he concedes, standing up. His hands lift up into the air to strike a widely dramatic pose, and then he closes his eyes. He begins to sing to the group, softly at first, slowly gaining volume and confidence as the sound of his own secret theme song begins to fill the air.
I am the very model of a piloting salarian,
I've flown for species turian, asari, and batarian!
I'm quite good at mechanics (which I grant are mostly orbital),
because I am salarian (my strength level deplorable)!
My space-flight motivations range from noble to contrarian,
I am the very model of a piloting salarian!
Drack and Vetra's mouths drop open in surprise when the song finally ends, and PeeBee laughs, clenching her fists in glee.
Ryder claps. "See? I told you he sang!"
Jath lowers his arms, and then sits back down in his chair. "Humans always ask for songs," he observes with a shake of his head. "I don't understand why."
"Will you do it again?"
"NO."