Milenya's question to Taseer drew only a shrug from the Asari.<span style="color: navy">"If she's all tense all the time, then that's her deal."</span>She said bluntly, and dismissively. Kala had been adamant about her position, and counter-intuitive as it seemed to Taseer, the chief engineer needed the Human girl functioning and calm, not likely to make mistakes.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"We all decided to hit up some dance club. Someplace with some life in it."</span>Taseer answered Kala's question when she had entered. Not giving her so much as a glance.<br/><br/>The ship swayed and the deep hum of the engines charging confirmed that the deal had concluded and they were on their way to port. Taseer shut off the water and scraped her hands down her skin, casting off any excess water. She had no need for long showers, the process of getting clean was so routine to her that there was little joy to be had in them anymore. It was the price she payed for working around hot machines all day.<br/><br/>She headed out, pausing as she did and giving Kala a look.<span style="color: navy">"Rest of the crew's gonna be up here any minute... so, you know. In case you're bugged by that sort of thing."</span><br/><br/>She grabbed her discarded clothes and walked down the corridor towards the elevator, and the transparent doors opposite. She entered and shoved the old clothing unceremoniously into the bin for dirty clothing, pulling a towel from the bend seat and drying herself off.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">Chief Engineer.</span>Taseer half turned, looking behind her at the Turian who stood in the doorway.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"XO Falkris."</span>She greeted formally, as the Turian had made clear she was to do. She continued drying herself, making no effort to conceal herself from him.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">How is Kala adapting to her work?</span>He asked, his piercing gaze never lowering from her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Well enough."</span>Taseer answered, watching him curiously. She reached between her legs with the towel, then continuing down her thighs.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">Has she been excessively curious or probing about the ship and its functions?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"No more so than she needs to be to do her part."</span><br/><br/>The Turian nodded.<span style="color: red">Good. Inform me if that changes. Chief.</span>He gave her the smallest of nods as he left, heading toward the weapon battery. Taseer returned the nod then shrugged the encounter off.<br/><br/>Shortly the elevator opened and the crew began pouring out, their duties complete. Several headed for the shower, though most went straight for the bunks to change into something more fitting for a good time in Illium's night life. One of the flight crew  put on tight bellyshirt with a seam running across her collar bone that dropped down to outline her breasts, while she wore a pair of pants with a low waistline that dipped so low at the front that you could read the tattoo she had above her pubic hair of the native Asari word for "Good Time."<br/><br/>The mood was light and the crew quarters and bunks were loud with chatter. One of the male Turians had stripped down naked and was debating what to wear when he pulled out a sporty  set of visor glasses and began posing in comical positions, prompting laughter. A couple of Asari decided to stay on board, both climbing into one bunk. They were only half undressed before one of the Asari's hands ended up in the other's pants, there were a few whistles as the two decided not to wait before starting to have sex. A few cocks in the room started growing, and one of the women snorted in laughter and threw a short at one of the men, telling them to save it.<br/><br/>Taseer entered and popped open her footlocker. She envied the girls in the skirts, having learned some time ago that she didn't have the legs for one. But, even on the stockier side as she was, she knew how to rock pants with a tight ass.<span style="color: navy">"Come on!"</span>She laughed as she saw the two Asari who had managed to completely disrobe. Apparently the public display was exactly what they wanted.<span style="color: navy">"If you're gonna fuck in the open, at least sell tickets first! No business sense, any of you!"</span><br/><br/>Outside, Cantenelli emerged from the Elevator Shira'Va close behind. Cantenelli paused for a moment and throwing a cursory glance at the crew that were visible. The sounds coming from the crew quarters and the general states of negligent undress made a brief look of contempt cross his face.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"Sir."</span>Shira'Va saluted.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Dismissed, Chief.</span>Cantenelli gave her a short nod, the formality providing a brief respite from the avant-garde approach to appropriate ship behavior. Even as removed as he had been for the last five years, he still held a special disdain for the lifestyle favored by pirates and mercenaries.<br/><br/>Shira'Va headed to the crew quarters. While Cantenelli check in with Doctor Beruut then headed toward the Forward Battery where Falkris resided.<br/><br/>When Shir'Va entered the crew bunks she raised her hand to block the view of the two Asari in coitus, muttering something disapproving in native Quarian.<span style="color: darkgreen">Hey Chief, you coming out to party with us?</span>A Turian, the one in the visor asked. Shira turned her head to look at him then shook her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"Sorry, its not my kind of party."</span>She responded opening her footlocker, its contents spartan and rigidly organized.<br/><br/>The Turian pressed his luck, walking over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders as she crouched over the locker.<span style="color: darkgreen">Come on... I wouldn't mind giving you a ride -</span><br/><br/>Shira'Va's elbow came up behind her, striking the Turian in the pubic bone so hard that it nearly lifted him off the ground. He yelped and fell clutching his groin. The entire room erupted in laughter.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The Asari laughed loudly, and approvingly at Darion's rejection of the high society game. A Human waiter was walking past on his way to the very group of people that earned Darion's ire, and the Asari reached out and plucked a glass from the man's square tray, the waited stopped looked at her with an eye twitch and turned around to replace the drink from the bar.<br/><br/>The Asari raised the glass to Darion,<span style="color: purple">"I will toast to that!"</span>She said grinning broadly. She took a drink and sank into the seat.<span style="color: purple">"Ugh, I cannot tell you had boring it can get dealing with people like that all day. Never want anything fun, they just want their ego's stroked until they spray themselves in the face. I'm Hulyia, by the way. Cobalt facilitator extraordinaire. Anything you want... I provide."</span>She smiled and took another drink, laying it on so thick as to be humorous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>