Aivar stood away from the door and walked towards the Krogan, not arming 'himself'. 'He' didn't need to, since he could fry the thing to nothing in a matter of a second. Unstable implants come in handy sometimes. "I believe we are in need of a few answers Skar, and I suggest you answer them unless you want one of your hearts ripped out." The Krogan shrugged and went face to face with his death. "If you had the guts to do that, I wouldn't be standing here right now. What answers are you looking for?"