[Citadel, Tayseri] A day on the town. [Open]

A tentacle twitched. It was sure this drell was the annoying one going by the name of Capice on Cerberus Daily News now. "Um yes, of course. It assumes the other had a pleasant conversation with Vaken", it said in the same, serene 'voice' that most hanar translators carried though it was trying its hardest to keep from going off at her (a disaster, as Laykalar was still around and now a crowd was in the area)

"It meant no disrespect of course. Neither to it or Vaken. So it hopes none was taken.""

Be thankful that it is Capice. Otherwise, it would mean there are two of them.

"Vaken, then." She adjusted her bag. "No offense taken. I hope you both enjoy the Citadel."

She looked back to Vaken, addressing her fellow drell. "And hey, if you ever do want to hook up with the community, call us at Krios Memorial, we're organizing a lot of events this year."

While this was taking place, Laykalar was introducing himself to the salarian.

"It is soon to be a native! It is investigating possible vacancies. This one offers apologies for delaying the other; it was conversing with an acquaintance".

To the hanar, the rushed and occasionally incomplete speech patterns of many salarians could be grating. Laykalar had no problem with it, but he suspected that Quylid might be put on edge. In a sense, he was "running interference".

Plus, he was genuinely interested in the new arrival.

Millen glanced at the two drell and the hanar. It certainly sounded like their conversation was interesting. Of course, the tourist salarian and the other hanar might be more amusing. Her day off from volunteering was certainly shaping up to be interesting.

She fingered the whip at her side... no, she wouldn't need it.

Screw it. She was bored enough. Millen moved to find a nice open area, and she swung her whip out and around her body, making sure nobody was within range as she did so. A slight biotic aura formed around her as she did this, barely visible to the eye. She lashed out with the whip, giving it an audible crack, and put a small stack of fliers on the ground near her. She cracked the whip again, giving it a nice full swing, and a smile came to her face. It had been a while since she'd done this for anyone other than fellow soldiers

Crack-swish went the whip as she began her routine. It was not unlike a dance, punctuated with the cracking of the whip and the whoosh of the air. She controlled where the whip cracked, and what it did or didn't hit. She was careful to keep it constrained to an area around her, though she began to draw a crowd.

With the conversation all but finished, she straightened up and looked around, noticing the young Asari. "Hey, awesome! Seriously, look at her. This is what I love about the Citadel."

She jumped down and made her way over. She was curious to see if the hanar would follow-how could you not want to see this?-but certainly wasn't going to wait for them.

"That a paticular tradition or art or whatever you're practicing?"

Millen smiled. She still had issues approaching random people for conversation herself. Too used to the duct rat mentality, seeing people as potential marks, she supposed. "Yes, it's the very ancient art of panhandling. Except I'm not really trying to get funds right now."

The humor was evident by her tone. "More seriously, I think there are some arts of whip play, both human and asari, but I mostly picked this up by practice and hard work."