The very last thing Garazeb Orrelios, former Captain of the Lasan Honour Guard and current muscle of the Ghost crew, expected to hear during a mission was his native language. He expected to hear it the middle of a fight against an ISB agent on one of their ships even less. About the only thing that didn't come as a surprise to him was that it was Agent Kallus fighting against him while trying to make it look more showy and like a real fight than it was. Their Fulcrum knew how to make a fake fight look good, taunting him and keeping the actual flirting they loved to share during sparring sessions to a minimum.
"-ni ashkerra". Zeb caught the end of the sentence and involuntarily stopped, Kallus' bo-rifle swinging around to hit him full force in the face. He stayed still as Kallus brought the rifle back around to hit him again, giving him a very obvious look of worry.
"You can't know what that means. You shouldn't be using our language" He eventually managed to growl out, hoping that Kallus understood. It wasn't that he shouldn't be using the language for any reason, but more that he shouldn't have been able to learn enough to pronounce that phrase that well and be able to keep it a secret from him. "You'll pay for this." Zeb stepped out of the way of a third blow, manoeuvring the two of them into an area that the cameras would have difficulty picking up anything that they said. "Ni ashkerra. You were slightly off." He corrected gently, looking at Alexsandr with nothing but love in his eyes and a blaster aimed at the ISB agent's head. "But my ride's about to leave without me, so the lesson will have to wait until next time."