A mandible twitches vaguely in Sam's direction, followed by a slow turn of that avian head. Turian faces weren't expressive in the same way that human faces were, but the distinctly displeased way the inhumanly bright eyes narrowed is hard to mistake as anything but a glower.

"You either come over here and talk, or you can fuck right the hell off," he warns, serpentine neck arching in a bristle. "I'm not here to be fucking gawped at."