Amira continued to watch Jarred as he fitted the new scope he had bought for his rifle, his eyes gleaming in excitement. The glass of Turi-Juice (A dextro-amino juicing company in the Citadel) sat in front of him, still very much full, while Amira's glass was almost finished. She put her chin on her hand, and leaned towards Jarred. "Jarred."

The turian-human looked up, his eyes still excited, but finally noticing he had company. "Yeah?"

"I know you're excited to try it out and everything." Amira said, "But you haven't touched your Turi-Juice and you know we still have a mission to do."

Jarred blinked, and looked ashamed, "Oh right… er… sorry." He holstered his sniper rifle and took his juice, sucking it down till it was half-empty.

Amira watched him as he drank, and he felt self-conscious, "Why are you staring at me?"

The quarian shrugged, "Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking… about how we've been friends for such a long time. You, me, Edison, and Tristan… even Thanikah."

Jarred blinked, but he smiled at her, "Yeah. It's been ages. I still can't believe we've been friends for so long."

Amira nodded, and she leaned over to him again, "And yet… you don't seem interested in me or Thanikah. Why is that?"

An eyebrow plate raised, "Interested? How do you mean?"

"It's just that you never seem to look at us as… you know… female." Amira said.

Jarred blinked, and he chuckled, "Amira, we're friends. Of course, I still think of you guys as females, but…" He stopped a bit, "Maybe I'm just not that… attracted to you guys."

Under her helmet, Amira blinked, "You mean you don't think that I'm attractive?" she said, sounding hurt.

Jarred raised his hands and waved them in denial, "No! Not like that! It's… ugh…" Jarred smacked a hand on his forehead. "Look, you're my friends. Me and Tristan are a few years older than you. I treat you guys like my younger siblings, that's all. My parents never got the chance to get another turian-human baby, considering what conceiving me did to my mother's health when I was born." He shrugged, "You and Thanikah are like my younger sisters, Edison is like my younger brother, and Tristan is my twin… sort of." He chuckled, but then he blinked, "Wait… what? Are you telling me you… like me, Amira?"

The quarian scoffed, "Puh-leaze. I am not like my mother who watches 'Fleet and Flotilla' every week and loves turians to death." She said, sipping a straw through a slot in her helmet.

"Then who…?" Jarred said, and then he nodded, "Ah… I see. Thanikah."

Amira almost coughed out her juice, which would've been bad for her helmet, "No! No! It has nothing to do with Thanikah!"

But Jarred scoffed, "Yeah right. That girl's been giving me a death stare ever since Lesuss. If biotics could form daggers using their eyes, I would've been dead for now." He smirked at Amira, his mandibles flaring a bit. "You can't fool me, Amira. Did she make you ask me that?"

Amira sighed in defeat, "No." She answered, "But she's been plaguing me about that. You're all she talks about. Especially now, with that human always beside you…" She giggled, "That girl, Meiou… she really likes you, you know."

Jarred's smirked, and then laughed out loud, "Can't imagine Thanikah getting all jealous. But I guess she is." He shook his head and fiddled with the straw on his drink, "Yeah… well… Meiou is kind of pretty for a human."

"You like her, don't you?"

He looked up at Amira, who was leaning close, the glow in her eyes through the helmet smiling a bit. He coughed, "Nah. No. I mean, she's pretty and all but… she's human, for Spirit's sakes!"

"Well, you're half-human. Why should it be so bad to like her?" Amira said with a shrug. "You are pretty awesome, Jarred. Any girl would be a fool to pass you up." She laughed, "But I guess I am a fool. You're not really my type, Jarred."

Jarred threw back his head and laughed, "Well, sorry I'm not up to your expectations, Amira." He grinned at her and placed his arms on the table, his other hand under his chin, an action that made Amira laugh because he looked like a female that seemed to be interested in gossip. "So what is your type?"

Amira giggled at him, before placing a finger on her chin like she was thinking. "Well… I want someone strong and resolved. Who makes really good decisions and someone who stands by his opinions. A great leader, and with a form that could make me drool…"

His eyebrow plate raised, "Hmm… that sounds surprisingly like Tristan."

She looked at him, and Jarred's grin turned wicked. The quarian's eyes widened under her helmet. "That's… that… stupid! No! I can't 'like' Tristan! Not like that! I mean…"

"Why the heck not?" Jarred said, shrugging, "He's a good guy. One of the best damn commanders in our fleet." He grinned again, "You'd be a fool to pass up a man like him."

Amira squirmed, but she reached out and smacked Jarred in the arm. "You! You keep teasing me!"

He laughed, "Yeah, well… sorry about that." He leaned over to her and whispered, "Tell you what… I'll help you with Tristan, and you help me with Meiou."

Amira's voice sputtered, "That's just… you're… we can't…!"

But Jarred merely stood up from his seat, draining his drink, and laughed, "I'll take that as a yes."

The turian-human ran for his life, as the quarian behind him tried to catch him, trying to smack his arm.