The batarians, for their part, look unconvinced. The apparent leader of this little group just sneers at the both of them, waving his gun. "You're bigger than pyjaks and varren. Just barely, but still worth shooting at." He leans forward a little, smirking down the barrel of his gun. "No, you'll make good target practice. And from the sound of it, nobody's going to miss two scrawny little humans."

"Scrawny?" Rachel repeats, her voice rising half an octave.