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Nihlus dropped his half-eaten biscuit as soon as his ears picked up the tiniest hiss from the airlock. He put Saren’s much-too-expensive plate on the counter, then shoved the rest–some documents, an omni-tool, a few OSDs–off the worktable, narrowly missing the portable terminal. There was just enough time to pull his rumpled shirt into shape before Saren walked in, laden with at least five metal cases.

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“C’mon.”

“No.”

“Humor me.”

Saren ignored him and concentrated on the task at hand. The application was going through the sequencing, but so far it did not appear as if they had a match for the true culprit, or even his known associates.

“Just once.”

Thoughts of the salarian getting away in his private ship heavy on his mind, he replied tiredly: “Why?”

“It’s a colony thing.” Wonderful. Insistence. “For a job well done.” Nihlus kicked a nearby crate of contraband. “Really well done.”

“Fine.”

“You do it like this…”

Their fists met in a firm, strangely satisfying bump. Saren went back to work immediately. Just as well. At least it wasn’t one of those disgusting human gestures that Nihlus tended to pick up.