"Yeah, I'd like to know where you got that impression," York muttered with a snort. The turian's mandibles flared, his eyes narrowing. He was starting to look like he might point it at York instead.

"Humans," he spat. "I see what's going on here. You know, ever since Davrax started trying to attract more humans to this bar, it's turned into a real cesspool. I see the kind of treatment I'm getting here."

"Let's give Dave some credit," York said without batting an eye. "This place was always a cesspool. Now put down that gun or I'm gonna make you eat it. And don't think Dave's not gonna hear about this."

The turian looked like he might chance it for a moment, like he might try and shoot one of them before they could get in, but in the end it looked like he didn't want to piss off Davrax that badly. After all, he hadn't always been a bar owner, and he had Blood Pack ties. The turian lowered his rifle, sneering.

"Don't think I won't forget this," he said, holstering the rifle.