As if on cue, the one-eyed elf that at least one of that party should be familiar with rounds a corner, head, for the moment, tilted back behind him as he's mid-sentence in a conversation with his traveling partner. "We can at least thank Dana these sewers aren't infested with flesh-eaters."

And upon hearing the tail end of Victor's statement his head whips to the other two, scanning the mutant for a quick moment before settling on Shepard.

Aaaand a prompt snort and narrowing of eyes. "Oh. You."