Sabra took a deep breath. It was understandable why she was so hesitant. She had lived on the Flotilla her entire life. As much action as there was there, everything was completely different. This was the entire point to a pilgrimage. Though now she wished she had recorded what she had scene. But it was not everyday the Quarian saw someone being shot in cold blood. As he let go of her, the suit popped into place, and she adjusted her arm a bit. She could tell he was trying to find her eyes. A lot of other races did, but they ended up giving up.

Though they were in horrible lighting. Sometimes they could see two little shines on helmet where her eyes reflected off the glass of it. She looked up to him, eying him completely. Watching his movements. Not that he could see. "Do I have any rights?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Though this Turian did not seem to be as much of a hard ass as some of the other ones.

Sabra shook her head a bit. She brought a hand to her helmet hold her head while shaking it a bit back and forth. "bosh'tet.." She muttered, though he would be able to hear her. After a bit Sabra looked back up to the Turian, then stepped aside after him.