Taseer shrugged at Kala's question.<span style="color: navy">"No idea. That whole bit just meant we're ok to leave in 5 minutes."</span><br/><br/>The three women entered the elevator and Taseer punched the crew quarters.<span style="color: navy">"Quarian?"</span>She shot Milenya a confused look.<span style="color: navy">"Who, Shira'va?"</span>Taseer looked up and stuck her tongue in her cheek, the thought having never occurred to her before.<span style="color: navy">"Huh. Well, I'm pretty sure the two are screwing, if that's what you mean. But I wouldn't know. Spend most of my time working on this once in a lifetime opportunity."</span>She tapped the side of the elevator with her fist.<br/><br/>The doors opened and Taseer stepped out, walking directly toward the shower. The crew was still occupied in the cargo bay finished the sale. Falkris was still in the medical bay having his wounds re-tended. He and the Salarian were having a serious looking conversation. The ship's mechanic didn't so much as glance at them as she opened the showers and stepped inside.<br/><br/>She paid absolutely no mind to the other two women as she promptly unzipped her tight jumpsuit and peeled it off her sweat laden body. She shimmied her hips as she tucked her thumbs at her waist and stepped out of the black and white uniform, giving it a toss into the hall.<br/><br/>Taseer was not a woman who had to wrestle with ample proportions. Her bust was modest, and her figure solid, athletic.  She had spent her life moving heavy things, digging through starships. The work required physical strength, and she had the look of it. Her face's slightly purple skin tone blushed down her neck and shoulders and across her chest, dotted by a light spatter of freckles, setting it in accent to the rest of her deeper blue body. Her stark nudity hid nothing, though, and Milenya and Kala had no trouble seeing the purple hue popped up here and there, around her sex and inner thighs, the small of her back.<br/><br/>The Asari was not bashful, but she made no effort to flaunt, either. As an engineer who spent her life on board starships, forced into confined spaces for extended periods of time, non-privacy was the norm to her. Turian starship design in particular made no effort to separate the genders, viewing the crew instead as a single whole.<br/><br/>Taseer tapped the input panel and one of the shower heads began spraying cool water. She tensed at first and shivered, easing herself in. After a few sharp breaths, her body acclimated to the cooler temperature - which became a relief as it drew her down to a more normal temperature after spending so much time in the heat of engineering. Taseer, went to work, rubbing herself down, parting sweat from skin with vigor.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Darion's Asari companion eye'd him as he responded. There was a twinge in her eye and she looked down at her drink then smiled falsely up at the human.<span style="color: blue">Yes, I suppose I do have time.</span>She said with a sigh and rose, following him. The Human shot a snide smirk at Darion, a look of victorious smugness mixed with the disdain he felt for someone from whose ass credits didn't spill.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"Ouch, swing and a miss."</span>A new voice spoke from behind Darion, up a tier. An asari, with a deep violent skin tone and blue hued facial markings that accented her naturally angular features well. She wore a tight black dress with an angled skirt. The whole thing had light strips that glowed blue in an artistic design. She stepped over the back of the seat he was in, dropping kicking her legs up, and crossing her legs, though the action did not stop the skirt from riding all the way up. She dangled her black shoes with connected heels from her toes. The soul of the shoes were, like her dress rimmed in blue lights.<span style="color: purple">"Gotta be careful with those ones, Soldier Boy. She... I will have you know, is a CEO, top 20 on Illium in fact. Whole game is just trying to be more interesting than everyone else if you want to bed her over. So, be an asshole, or whatever."</span>The Asari glanced up at the Human,<span style="color: purple">Captain douchebag up there has a daddy with credits. Or something. I generally just nod and smile and think about doing more interesting things when he opens his mouth.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>