"Hey, wait!" It was one of the Turians, the one that didn't speak to her last time, "Sorry about knocking you earlier, you look like you're needing work."
Lia was surprised, as well as suspicious. However, she was desperate and it wasn't a great stretch to work out she was looking for job.
"Maybe I am, what's it to you?"
Her voice sounded shakier than she had intended, a symptom of undernourishment from having to survive on nothing but the equivalent of cheap gruel.
"My friend and I are on our way to an interview," the Turian explained, pointing to his colleague, "but we have a feeling that it wouldn't hurt our chances to have a tech specialist with us."
Lia shook off the way the Turian had assumed she knew about technology just because she was Quarian. She had been trained as an engineer and she needed work.
"This sounds a little shady, nothing illegal, I hope."
She didn't really care about the legality, but she felt that she could drive a harder bargain if they thought she was opposed to their plan.
"Of course not," the other Turian spoke up this time, "it's all above board, just a little... awkward with only the two of us."
Lia weighed up her options. If this job paid well enough, she could get off the Citadel today, find some good food, get a comfy room on a shiny frigate.
"Ok, I'm interested, lead the way."