Zeilana was singing along with her favorite pop song, SPECTREIn Love, blasting over her internal headphones, but she was replacing the words with:
I wanna seee you baby You're a collector C-c-c-collector
Grandmother had heard about the Collector, of course. Grandmother heard about everything one way or another. Ordinarily the Matriarch didn't get in touch with Zeilana, like at all. She wasn't one for birthday cards or anything, and Zeilana was considered too inexperienced to be given any real missions, but still, sometimes something like this happened and Zei was told to go and do something. She knew better than to ask questions or turn her down. Much better.
Go see this Collector, and determine what he wants.
It seemed to Zei that the best method to attack this Collector was with smiles. She had adopted a particularly ditzy personality for today's undercover mission. She dressed in a chaste, colorful dress that made her look even younger than her scant 49 years and sang along loudly with her pop song nobody else could hear.
She saw him, feigning surprise: "Collector!" She ran over, laughing in delight.
Gregor was confused. Very confused. He had just been sitting here, minding his business with his omnitool, when out of nowhere he found himself ambushed by an Asari. A young Asari, wearing a dress that looked as though it was from two hundred years ago. He couldn't help but raise a hand to his head and scratch at his sort-of-scalp, trying to understand the sudden rationale of the young monogendered being.
Asari were strange, peace-loving creatures. Very much the opposite of their similarly long-lived Krogan counterparts. They were more gregarious than Quarians, and less suspicious than Turians, while being more biotic than Salarians and more eccentric than Humans.
So for now, he just waved and returned to fiddling with his omnitool.
Zeilana's face screwed up in disappointment. She managed to skid to a halt a few feet away from the Collector and bit her lower lip. This fellow was not nearly as exciting as she'd been lead to believe. Sure, there were lots of strange things on the Citadel, but to let a Collector roam free? She was expecting something more like an armed escort, and... words. Where were the words?
Two could play at that game.
Zeilana took a seat next to the Collector and activated her own Omni-tool. It was a basic civilian model without combat or advanced engineering capabilities, but it served her well enough for the day to day needs of her life. In this case, however, she was just using it to mimic the insect beside her. She tried to copy him exactly, down to clicking her tongue in absence of mandibles.
"Come on," She said. "Say something. Assume direct control over your life!"
He turned, looking at her with what could assumedly be a glance of curiosity. He then initialized his text to speech. "Asari, I am incapable of normal speech, so far as I have been able to tell. Why are you attempting to mock me? I am sitting here, minding my own business, as humans say." Such was all he felt he could comfortably do, and here he was being disturbed.
"Please, explain your rationale for coming over here and disturbing my peace."
Yeah, this probably wouldn't work, but then again, she was someone to talk to...