"This galaxy is slowly falling apart..."
Eva a.k.a. Eveline Ross
Eva ran into Afterlife and sat at the far side of the bar like nothing has ever happened. She ordered a drink and started listening to music in the club. Eva never liked places like Afterlife: crowded, noisy, full of people with unknown intentions. But for situations like running away from Alliance soldiers it was nearly perfect. She glanced at the front entrance in case soldiers were still following her. Instead of a few soldiers, she saw a turian enter. "Hm. Judging from his way of walking and armor... well, he's probably some soldier from elite group or something." Eva remembered like she hacked into Alliance computers few days ago and read a message from The New Citadel that a turian Spectre was coming to Omega. For a moment she thought that the Spectre might be the turian who entered the Afterlife moments ago, but then Eva decided that a Spectre would never go into a low-life place like this.
"...and I'm here to put it together again."