<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Salarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Infiltration Expert, STG<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=tinysrgb&w=1000&h=1400&fit=crop&dpr=2&s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Refuelling the Midnight Express.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Samantha | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jackiro couldn't stop himself from smirking at the continued jokes, even laughing a little at the delivery. It seemed that the ritual had gone exactly as predicted for once, mercifully, and he not only got the woman's comedy routine but her name. “Samantha...Pleasure to make acquaintance.” He noticed her grip and nodded appreciatively. She was strong; possibly stronger than him, if he had to guess. That wasn't anything unusual of course, Salarians were not bruisers by nature, and Jackiro was a mediocre example of Salarian strength at the best of times.<br/><br/>Thinking about it, he recalled the name Samantha from the briefing held earlier. It had been only a scant few hours ago, but the name had come up, and it twigged in his head as he recalled Arcus mentioning her name. “Ah, silly of me. You must be ship doctor. Must have a lot on plate. Explains attempts to ease pressure from neck and joints, as well as relative lateness of your visit to Mess Hall. Understand humans require around seven hours of sleep?” He jostled in his seat, taking a slurp of the tea that by all accounts must have been horrendously sweet. His gulp made it seem like the easiest sip of his life. “Probably not here to talk about role as Doctor, or tension in body. Last thing you need is additional stressors. Could offer a game of cards, or possible massage? Not expert by any means, but know enough about anatomy and human physiology to be passable.”<br/><br/>Truth be told, Jackiro's interest in physiology was perhaps a slightly macabre and sinister application. He studied anatomy mostly as a way to see which parts of a species' body were weak spots, and points that could be worked over in interrogations. If he admitted that though, it would likely make the woman feel more uncomfortable. Instead he pulled out a worn looking deck of plastic playing cards, undoing the top and flicking the cards out between his surprisingly dextrous quartet of digits. He shuffled them with practiced grace; well-practiced, in Jacki's case. “Human culture is fascinating, will admit. Perhaps is mostly novelty, but have found many things to like. Your games and literature in particular.”