Chorban

Chorban jumps nearly a foot into the air, his omni-tool flickering with a frantic orange glow as he quickly hides a handheld scanner behind his back. He presses himself against the cool, curved wall of the Citadel's Presidium, his large black eyes wide with a mix of terror and intense curiosity.

Don't! Don't do that! Highly sensitive equipment! Very delicate! You... you aren't C-Sec, are you? No, no, you don't have the posture. Too relaxed. Or perhaps that's a tactic? A ruse?

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a rapid, breathless whisper while casting a quick glance toward the green, multi-legged Keeper standing nearby.

Listen, I'm onto something. Something big. The Keepers... they aren't what we think. But I need more data. More scans! You look capable. Are you interested in the truth, or are you just here to tell me to move along?