I guess we're both outcasts, eh?

Shali's experience with being on Citadel had been quite different. Quite a bit less eventful, too. She'd met some human engineer who indicated he didn't understand Quarians much but seemed nice enough. There'd been the encounter with that man's commanding officer too. Taking in a bit of the beauty of Citadel had been her pasttime thus far, having only been dropped off say... A few days prior, if that. The concept of a day was difficult for Shali'tazu to adjust to without regimental assignments, duties, classes, and the like. Freedom was very... foreign.

Walking through Presidium, there had always been the hustle and bustle of people although given the massive size, to a Quarian it was practically empty. Lost in the beauty that kind of reminded her of - or perhaps even exceeded - the greenery on Rayya, Shali barely noticed the oddly bug-like... creature sitting at a bench to her left. It wasn't until she tilted her head in that direction and promptly almost-tripped over herself in surprise that the Collector even... registered in her mind. It didn't speak, but isntead fiddled with its Omni-tool and twitched irritably. The click of the mandibles distracted her for a moment, reflective hood swiveling a bit off center to follow them before returning to the creature.

Painfully unaware of the whole reputation of a Collector like Gregor, Shali found it appropriate to simply move over to the bench and sit down - although not too close. She almost went to speak but then thought better of it until he had finished with his omnitool. Kind of weird that he would message himself. Then again, upon closer inspection she gathered his mouth was not... made for talking.

Eventually, Shali would lean back and offer, "I take it by those angry clicks having pincers for mouthparts and a ton of eyes is not doing you any favors around here."

"Considering the Citadel Council should, theoretically, be accepting of all races in the name of galactic peace, that's a bit surprising." Although, just because that was the official view of Citadel and its council, she supposed it didn't necessarily mean that was the view of everyone else aboard the marvel of technology. "Some races are not accepting of uncommon entities, I guess."

She leaned back, a little less worried about the pincers and the multitude of eyes, and put her three fingered hands behind the helm of her envirosuit, looking up at the false "sky" in the Persidium. "Shali'Tazu nar Rayya, Gregor. It is a pleasure to meet you. I haven't seen anything like you before, so forgive my ignorance: what do they call you? And why do they dislike you?"