On Omega, the committee's usually a few blasts to the face. Or at least a punch to the solar plexus, on special occasions.

[Considering the situation, the voice was maybe just a little too happy and upbeat, but details like appropriate reactions didn't matter much to Kasumi. Whatever shadow she'd been slinking through before, she'd paused enough to watch the human and batarian's interact- maybe those spectres were having an effect on her, if she was keeping an eye on that kind of thing- and couldn't help stepping into the light at the muttered commentary that followed.]

But today? It's a challenge to even get someone to spit on you. Guess the city just isn't what it used to be.