Kiran nods again. "Right. Thanks for the info, if you ever need a favour from our Coalition friends, I'll be sure to mention how valuable this talk was." he says, rising from his seat. Turning to leave, he adds "Truth alone", part of a traditional Rastal saying often used by various liberation groups as a greeting and goodbye.
Near the door, he spots the massive Venator assigned to the mission - it isn't hard. Might be handy in a fight, but I don't know what we'll do with this one while we're collecting information. Though venspeak is one of the few languages he has virtually no skill in, he does understand rudimentary vensign, it being a truly martial language that is common in simple forms in many elite military units. Getting the Venator's attention, he motions to himself and to the Rastal still sitting in the booth. You with us. Important work, good fight. Kiran has no idea how much of that gets through to the dangerous looking humanoid, but hopes he's kept it simple enough that his poor fluency doesn't get in the way of the message too much.
"Got us a friend." he explains, turning to the slightly confused Norenfal who did not appear to understand the latter part of the contact's answers. "Let's go see your contact, maybe find out if he knows an easier way to get into 206 or anywhere else we should look. Then we should find a schematic of the vents and meet up with the others. Hopefully they've figured out how deep the corruption in the security teams here goes and have remedied it. I think I have a way to get us into that warehouse without having to do much shooting."