<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/52kGPKX.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The salarian seemed to pause, trapped between the indecision of listening to his superior survival instincts, and the thin bond of trust he felt he shared with the turian mercenary. It was only a moment’s pause, but eventually, his mouth opened and a wad of gum the size of a walnut tumbled out and plopped on the desk. Twelve sticks of chewing gum neatly organized as a mass of pale green laced with Sonon’s saliva.<br/><br/>He inhaled sharply, shivering from the cold tingle on his tongue. But then he seemed satisfied; at least he hadn’t blown up. So the Salarian adjusted his seat, stuck the wad of gum back into his mouth, and then proceeded to chew at his leisure, returning to his stream of data as if nothing had been the matter.<br/>