Pol continued to stare at Cole with a single shamrock green eye, the black slit pupil seeming to narrow further as he gazed unblinkingly. Reese watched, waiting, knowing how Pol was, wondering how Cole would react. The quiet krogan allowed the silence to linger a moment longer before his head jerked forward, exposing both brilliant eyes to the new human. "Good. The new guy gets it," he growled. The krogan exposed his teeth, a strange display that was as close to a smile as the reptilian alien could get before Suni came stomping in, spewing her trademark epithets.<br/><br/>The Commander exhaled deeply as Suni began digging through the kitchen. "Here we go," she sang softly, leaning back in her seat and watching with a tickled expression, edges of her mouth curled upward and eyes wide.<br/><br/>"Suni, good. I've been looking for you." The krogan approached, brushing away the quarian's Flotilla rant with little consideration. "You didn't like the last poem, so I have composed something for you myself. I think you'll find this one much more to your quarian sensibilities."<br/><br/>Pol cleared his throat, lifting an arm in preparation, the other hand on his chest. Reese brought up a hand, pressing her fingertips against her lips as if to keep words from spilling out onto the table like loose marbles.<br/><br/><i>"Suni'Tallah, a quarian beauty <br/>
with words that bite like varren teeth.<br/>
Deep, cutting, bloody and raw,<br/>
her bloodrage fuels her, passionate and wild<br/>
as a thresher maw <br/>
buried beneath the sand.<br/>
<br/>
She wanders the stars, far away from home<br/>
A planet ruined and lost<br/>
Hidden behind a mask of fury,<br/>
she is as bold as a pyjack<br/>
and just as loud.<br/>
Though quarians only have one heart,<br/>
Suni'Tallah has three.<br/>
<br/>
She pilots the Anzio, <br/>
and she pilots me."<br/>
</i><br/>A thick air seemed to fill the ship, warm and heavy. The Commander's mouth was open for five excruciating seconds before words found their way to her lips. "Well, that was... that was lovely, Pol," Reese began, pulling away from the table, body stiff. "Perhaps something better done in private, but still lovely. As for your blueberries, Suni, I told you to mark all your food accordingly so Faustus was aware when something wasn't generic dextro-amino safe food picked up on a supply run. Why don't you use your little pips? I know Barry is supplying you with an infinite amount."<br/><br/>"Suni, did my poem instill in you the passion of a thousand battlemasters?" the krogan asked eagerly.<br/><br/>"Pol, do you think maybe this is something you and Suni would want to discuss alone?"<br/><br/>"Alone? No, commander, you are my krantt," he replied, his voice tittering on bewildered. "A krogan who cannot express his deepest desires to his krantt and inspire loyalty in the face of adversity is no krogan."<br/><br/>"Ah, well then. Continue." The Commander sauntered around the edge of the table, taking a seat next to Cole and leaning to whisper low in his ear, her lips brushing against his lobe.<br/><br/>"You can still walk away at any time," she joked. "I won't hold it against you."