Taseer's brow rose at Milenya's observation.  She had a new look of regard for the doctor as she leaned on her knee and gave the Asari a looking over.<span style="color: navy">"They're fighting over the input/output relays."</span>Taseer stood up, and put her hands on her hips, shifting her weight to one leg.<span style="color: navy">"You trying to get me all hot?"</span>She said with a smirk.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Most gear heads just look at her and think she's built funny."</span>Milenya nodded toward the core.<span style="color: navy">"Takes a good eye to see what's really going on under her skirt."</span>Taseer walked over to one of the consoles and started looking at lines of data and readings.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"It's what gives her an edge. She's Turian built, but compiled from Asari, Salarian, and even a few Human components."</span>She turned around, leaning back on the railing beside the console and crossing her arms.<span style="color: navy">"Lot's of disagreeing going on. Whole things run through a central system that doles out commands and establishes efficient process management and energy distribution. Sorta' like a translator. 'Makes sure the Salarian bits don't start overdrawing when the Asari bits need to do their part. When it's all working correctly, she's got enough firepower to cut the standard frigate in half. Hard part's keeping her that way. She can be a real temperamental bitch."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>