"Cool it, kid," York muttered at Severa. The last thing she needed was to run that surprisingly smart mouth of hers. But to York's relief, the turian didn't do much more than snort derisively at them, mandibles flaring. He narrowed his eyes, sneering.

"You can tell Davrax he's lost a long-time customer," he said, shouldering roughly past the both of them for the exit.

"Don't let the door hit your flat ass on the way out," York called after him, raising her voice just loud enough to be heard. She rolled her eyes, ignoring the looks a few of the other patrons were giving her. Guarded, a little wary. Probably some of 'em felt the same way as that turian. But everybody else in this bar respected Dun Davrax enough to keep their traps shut.

York turned back to Severa, a hand on her hip, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Do you not have off color jokes in your universe, or do you not get that people find them offensive?"