Davrax? Gods, these two obviously had a history together. York and Davrax, or Davrax and this turian, or whatever; it was the least important thing right now, and Severa was happy to regard it as such. She did listen to the entire conversation, even as adrenaline stopped its rush and she rode the wave out.

If nothing else, she'd gotten this turian in trouble, and that was almost as good as anything else she could have done today. Plus, it ended with much less bloodshed. A good day by anyone's standards. Severa kept her gun drawn for but a second more after she saw that York had convinced her aggressor; soon it was back at her hip, where it frankly belonged.

Common sense told her not to say anything, and she listened to it about as often as usual. "I'd be insulted if you did," was the best she could come up with on short notice, but she managed to put as much smug self-satisfaction as she could into those few words. Yeah, York was definitely on her side. She glanced up at her friend—or the bartender? Security guard? Whatever hat she was wearing right now—at any rate, Severa's eyes filled with a conspiratorial sort of hope.