<span style="color: sienna">“Yeah, see.  If I had known that I would have not argued as much.  I still think keeping any parts of these things is just asking for trouble.  But I can’t think of anything else for security purposes.”</span>She sighed before just moving to starte by pulling one of the indicated containers out of the shelf and put one on the table that Milenya had been telling her to.  Kala only grunted a little bit at the weight.  It wasn’t the heaviest thing she had ever had to carry, being an engineer and all.<br/><br/>But listening to everything else Milenya saying, and she decided to lean against the nearest wall.<span style="color: sienna">“Xeno-medic?  Doesn’t that usually mean all the races besides your own?”</span>but hey, she was an engineer, she had no clue how close the biology of some of the races were to each other.  Asari and human hand the same basic shape as far as she could tell.<br/><br/>But she watched where the woman put the ‘samples’ before what she said next.  Kala just froze a moment as she watched Milenya move back father into her private quarters area.  It was impossible for her not to connect the slightly bashful look in her face when she was biting her lip, to the queston about helping.  The fact that blood rushed to her face proved what she was thinking.  And the fact that she started stammering a little, and seemed to run her eyes over the asari.<br/><br/>She was obviously applying a stereotype to Milenya that Taseer and just looking at Ashana had re-enforced.<span style="color: sienna">“I… uh… I don’t think you… need my help for that…”</span>If what Milenya worn under her ‘armor’ was compared to what most people wore, she had reason to be a bit shy.  It usually was quite form fitting, left little to the imagination.<br/><br/>…………………<br/><br/>Darion watched her, wandering what was going through the Asari Beauty’s head as she looked over him.  Unfortunately she seemed to wipe the teasing playful look off her face at seeing the scars.  He at least was guessing that was what was causing her change in mood.  Her questions proved that the mood had definitely changed.  His own eyes went to the only scar on her perfect body before moving to her own eyes so he could answer her questions.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“It depends on what happens… but these kinds of missions always bother me in one way or another.  I’ll probably have some nightmares for a few days…”</span>he answered a little before continuing.<span style="color: seagreen">“As long as this type of thing bothers you even a little, no matter how used to them you are, you can be sure you are still sane.  But I get through it because I am used to it, I’ve lived with PTSD once or twice while I was still a marine after some rather violent confrontations.  I am used to it.  I work through it by blowing off steam by having a good time.  Burning off all the stress.  Like visiting a place with strippers and alcohol.”</span>He said before just rinsing off all the soap.<span style="color: seagreen">“Or in tonight’s case with Maethia, find another soldier and enjoy some drinks.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>