The krogan whose armor Stiles had knocked against let out a grunt and scooted a little further away from Stiles. Obviously he wasn't interested in getting too cuddly with any humans. He'd given York the stink-eye earlier, too. Well, so she'd assumed. Krogans kind of always looked like that, to be honest.

"This look like home to you, kiddo?" York rolled her eyes, looking unimpressed. With a baby face like that, who was he trying to kid? "Dunno if you noticed, but this is Omega. And you don't even look old enough to buy a can of compressed air."