<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>1 for 1 isn’t too bad.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacki | Closed<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It may quickly become clear to the salarian that Samantha, as confident and self-assured as she was, didn’t know how to take compliments. She shuffled where she sat; as if adjusting to his kind words and not entirely sure how to hold onto them. It was one thing to be confident and aware of her skills, but praise made her squirm and feel more timid than usual. She cleared her throat, licked her lips, chewed on the lower, and tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound cheesy or egotistical. Was ‘thank you’ the right direction? “Oh... no no, it’s nothing.” Samantha hated that she waved her hand in the air as if it might disperse the praise, and hurriedly relocated it, dealing Jackiro the fourth card.<br/><br/>“I’m abstaining.” She placed all three of her cards face-side down, flat to the table while Jacki assessed his hand.<br/><br/>Since the segway was opening a change of topic, she stole it. “You’re correct; I’ve never married.” Her mother was probably rolling over in her grave, now that she said the words out loud. But that didn’t bother her; she wasn’t in any rush, and her career kept her plenty busy. “And unfortunately, Jackiro, I’m quite boring. Most of my time is spent working, or researching, or a variation of either one of those things.” She shrugged her shoulders with casual acceptance. She didn’t add that these were things she wanted to change about herself. That it took losing so many friends to see that there was more to life than just work. The only reason she wasn’t dead was her pathetic biotic abilities, and that knowledge haunted her. Maybe that was why she chose to rush right into this mission; given too much time to process and thing, she’d likely have a breakdown. Now they couldn’t afford to waste the time.<br/><br/>“But I do yoga, I run when I have the space for it, and sometimes I’ll pop into R&D just to listen to some of the scientists there argue and debate. It’s few and far between.”