“What else? Wouldn't send a guy like me here just to stand around looking pretty.” Grunt paused, thought about it. “... Or maybe they would. Most people won't mess with a krogan.”

He could sense that there was some doubt about his intentions, which wasn't something that he was unused to, especially from strangers. It was good-- meant that they couldn't be pushed around. Grunt respected that.

“I'm Grunt.”