A/N: And 3 of 3 for today. Short and sweet, hopefully good. Thanks for reading/faving/following/reviewing! Bioware still owns it.
"Hell no."
Liara failed to stifle a giggle and Javik continued to glare. "You primitives never learn. You should wear your armor, as I am."
"This is the part where we have to blend in. If I have to wear that," Shepard gestured to the dress bag slung over the couch, "then you can't wear your armor."
"I have nothing else," the alien replied, his tolerance with the argument clearly at an end.
"I believe our Shadow Broker can find you something suitable." Shepard challenged.
Liara pulled up her omni-tool and said, "Done."
"No, not that one. It'll clash with my new dress." She feigned exasperation.
"Oh, yes of course. This one should be better."
"Ah, perfect," the commander smirked at Javik. He scowled in return and trudged out of the room. Shepard turned to Liara, "On a scale of one to he's going to kill me in my sleep, how bad do you think I pissed him off?"
"Well, when he tosses you out of the airlock, I believe he will at least let you keep your helmet."
"Lucky me."
"If it had been anyone else, you know he just would have shot us, right?"