The human's attention, the bartender's ire, and the yelling turian suddenly focus all eyes on center-most pavilion.
"Hell," Adilet curses, running towards the scene. It only takes him a moment's glance inside for a second curse to slip his lips. Turning back, he points to the two nearest sentients. "Turian, Devin, keep everyone else back. Call the police, too."
Kneeling down, opposite Yan, he repeats the simple procedure of confirming a lack of breathing. The curses stop, replaced by quiet focus. "Quarian, I need you to get her breastplate off, I need to start chest compressions. Search her too, if she's a junkie or something I need to know." His bag is open, several medical implements spilling out. "I am a doctor, by the way, if you haven't noticed. Hurry!"
The bartender is already on her omnitool, waiting for police dispatch, her eyes widen. The other beachgoers are rapidly forming a circle around the tent in question, while through the crowd and flaps Temoi alone can recognize the asari.
Alys V'nado.