[Dun stands up when Kirahhe arrives. Giving the salarian a salute once again, he gestures to the chair and invites him to sit. If he was back home, he'd even bust out the tea for the occasion. After all, this is a work proposition, one that might be potentially dangerous. The least he can do he be polite when he's making his offer. He waves off Kirahhe's apology as well.]

No apology needed; this meeting was called on such short notice. I thank you for making your way here so quickly.

[He is being extremely polite, by Dun's standards at any rate. His normal brusque approach to dealing with people can't really be applied in a situation where you're pitching a deal to someone.]

I don't believe in small talk, so I'll cut to the chase. I would like to start a District guard, and it would be a great honour for me to count you among the ranks. The guard would serve to defend residents of the Zetta District from threats, such as the one carried about by the blue monsters a few weeks ago.