Sai'oda felt that rage dissipate once he talked to her evenly...and, well, like another person-and not an 'alien'. She had lived on Earth for most of her life, and she fought to control her aggressive urges every day.
Since, Batarian custom as her father had taught-in the times she could visit him in prison-was to keep all personal contact at a minimum-public affection is seen as a sign of ownership...especially so, for someone 'outside' of your social class, which was worse than taboo, it was an offense that started gunfights and feuds.
It was all something to with the circulatory system, she had heard once-Batarians could go from completely calm, to utterly enraged in the blink of their eyes. It made them, as a people, afraid of intimacy, outwardly aggressive to strangers and fond of bragging and brinksmanship-all compensating for that fear of sudden violence which clashed with the general logical intellect of any sentient. At least, that's what the Doctor said.
She knew at least, in the strict hierarchy her people lived in, other species were universally looked upon as inferior-even the garbage scow crews needed somebody to dump on, right?
She cocked her head to the left. She did so unaware of it's actual implications-Sai'oda merely found her vision was sharper when tiled at a left angle-which was to say, she was curious.
"Yeah...and you're one of the only Humans to shake my hand without asking if they could catch a disease from me. It's...not that easy, but I'm sure you understand.
Good to meet you, Doctor."
Sai'oda forced herself to relax-an actual conscious choice, since if she didn't, she would have hit him already-her skin color turning a subtler shade as her blood pressure regulated to normal level. Her lower eyes rested for the moment as she continued to speak to him.
"And I don't mind you testing me. I'd like to think whatever you have in store, I can handle it. I wouldn't be a good soldier, otherwise."