<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, Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Yoga pants, sports bra and a scowl.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Oh lawdy, he comin’ !<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Arcus | CLOSED<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The crane wasn’t exactly the easiest pose to fold into; with her hands flat to the ground, Samantha supported her full body weight down through her forearms, carefully spaced apart to mirror the width of her shoulders. She had pulled both of her knees up and tucked them just a few inches below her armpits; with her toes pointed and her butt lifted, her center of gravity allowed her nose to dip down towards the floor. It wasn’t the easiest, but it certainly was an excellent way to burn off excess energy and melt away the stress. Focus on not smashing her nose to the ground, or her breathing… and not the heavy<em>tap-tapping</em>of raptor feet coming to get her.<br/><br/><em>Really?</em>She opened her eyes with an exhale, then immediately began clenching her jaw as Arcus launched into another one of his grumpy monologues. With her back to him, this gave the doctor a chance to school her features into professional detachment.<em>He’s probably under a lot of stress, being a Spectre couldn’t be easy.</em><br/><br/>“You hadn’t replied,” she tried to reason, adjusting her crane to fall into sideways crow. Sam made it look fluid and effortless, and even though she was feeling a little flushed from the effort and the blood rushing toward her head, she only really just started. “I was trying to<em>schedule</em>a meeting with you, I wasn’t demanding to have it happen this very minute.”<br/><br/>Switch sides. It was sooner than she would have liked, but just having the grump looming above her made concentrating on her breathing a challenge. She felt her blood pressure increasing.<br/><br/>Sam centered her torso again, then extended her legs out behind her, lowering to rest her weight through her forearms. Then she was in cobra, exhaling out frustration in a frustrated puff of air. At least the stretch felt good through her chest and stomach. “Did you look through my report I sent you? I thought it might be most efficient to review air filtration in our suits, first.” Cobra into downward dog. “Dexto-amino life doesn’t seem to react to these spores, and biotics burn through it. But contamination is still a concern, there are still too many unknown variables.” Then she moved up into a stand, sighing right before turning around to finally face the turian.<br/><br/>He was glowering, as usual. “But, if you need a break, we could start on something simpler?” Maybe he just needed a little kindness, a little empathy? There was a lot on everyone’s plate, and he was designated ‘leader’ of this crazy mission seemingly last minute. Samantha readjusted her tactics, hoping that something familiar might give him some breathing room. “There is the real possibility of suit punctures while we’re down there as well. I’ve already put together proper kits to treat chlorine poisoning and fix any reasonably sized patch-jobs that should hold until extraction.”<br/>