Davrax doesn't look all that fazed by the fact that Wash is obviously not used to talking to krogan. "Scotch? Make sure you give him the good stuff, then," he says with a smile that's almost a sneer at Wash, and then leans in a little closer to York. "Only for the first shot or two, though. After that, stick to the cheap stuff."

York rolls her eyes as she reaches underneath the bar for a glass and a bottle of scotch. "C'mon, get outta here, Dave. I've gotta do a human thing called bartender psychology," she says as she pours Wash a glass, waving the krogan off. He just lets out a low, gravelly laugh and gives York a friendly but hard shove, jostling her enough to spill some of the scotch onto the bar before she can tip the bottle back up.

"You're all right for a human, York. Make sure your friend enjoys his drink." He laughs again, starting for the back room again. York rolls her eyes again, but she huffs out a laugh through her nose as she slides the glass across the bar to Wash.

"Well, now you've met my boss," she says, reaching for a rag to mop up the spilled scotch. "He's all right, y'know, for an alien."