The shuttlecar ride to Shepard's ship was relatively uneventful. Thane took the time to introduce himself to the two people accompanying the commander. He held his hand out to the other human woman, the one with the hood shading her eyes. She had a small, lithe frame and was very lively, in a mischevious sort of way.
"Thane Krios," he said by way of introduction. She clasped his hand in hers,
"Kasumi Goto. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Krios. Your reputation precedes you." His brow rose. He knew of Kasumi by reputation. She was a master thief, possibly the best in the galaxy. Not many knew her name, even fewer knew her face. It was only through his own contacts that he had discovered any information about her at all. If the rest of Shepard's team had credentials like his own and Ms. Goto's, they might just stand a chance. He turned to the Turian, who inclined his head in acknowledgement, preferring not to have a physical greeting like the humans' handshake.
"Garrus Vakarian," He said, echoing Thane's short introduction, "I hope you're as good as they say you are." Thane smiled,
"I'm better," he replied, then paused for a moment. He knew that name. His memory was useful for times like these, and he instantly was able to recall where he had heard it before. "Who took them out?" He asked, trying to discern what had happened to his targets, a group of mercenary thugs who had mugged his employer's daughter. His contact had nothing more than three words for an answer, "Garrus Vakarian, Archangel." So this was Archangel, the vigilante who had been cleaning up on Omega station, the underbelly of galactic civilization. "Archangel. I should thank you. You took care of some targets of mine, made my job much easier." If Garrus was surprised that Thane knew who he was, he didn't show it, inclining his head and saying only,
"My pleasure." The Turian had a confident air about him, the scars on his face adding to his rugged appearance. The plate-like scales on his head swept back into a long fringe, and he had probably been quite handsome, by Turian terms, before whatever had caused the injury to his face. Thane knew that he had been a member of Citadel Security, the station's police force, before joining with Shepard during the mission that had made her famous. Judging by his actions on Omega, however, he was more interested with justice than the law, which suited Thane just fine, considering his own line of work. He turned his attention to Commander Shepard. She was sitting quietly on the edge of the bench, staring out the window in a way that told Thane she wasn't really seeing whatever she was looking at. It was a look he wore all too often, though for him it was far easier to get lost in memory. He considered saying something to break her reverie, but thought better of it and turned to look out the opposite window. Sometimes people needed silence, a fact that he understood better than most. Besides, it wasn't five more minutes before they were landing at a docking area, and he got his first glimpse of the ship that Shepard claimed would be the first to make it through the Omega 4 relay.
The Normandy was a beautiful piece of machinery, from both a technical and aesthetic point of view. The long, thin, slightly bowed body that swept back towards wide tail-wings hinted at great speed, and there was no missing the massive cannon mounted on the belly of the ship. This ship would be a tough opponent in a fight. Thane only hoped that it would be enough to take on the Collectors, who were known for their advanced technology, which they often used as currency in their trades for "specimens". He set about acquainting himself with the crew, and getting to know the ins and outs of life on the Normandy.