<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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>Engineering Gimp<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>His eyes widened slightly, and while he didn't pull away from her, it was fairly clear that her reaction to his offer was alarming...but also amusing, given the glint in his stormy eyes and the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.  "You know, I'm certain that when you're not recovering from an illness you are<em>fearsome</em>indeed, but at the moment?  Not that scary, ma'am."  Still, he apparently had abandoned the idea of picking her up, though he had to wonder what getting bit by a turian would<em>feel</em>like.  Probably better to find out under more pleasant circumstances...<br/><br/>"Really?  I usually deliberately<em>make</em>time for that.  What angry woman is this and do you<em>have</em>to be sick to get that sort of treatment, or do you think she'd do it if I asked very, very nicely?"  Damnit, Malcolm.  He snorted at himself and helped her up, arm sliding comfortably around her waist to help her over to the nearest chair, which just happened to be the one he'd been sitting in while he worked.<br/><br/>"It<em>is</em>lab work, but I feel bad being in the way there right now - given the mission - and I need to be here in case I have to help out, so I just use my little lighted magnifier and sit at the table and work.  It's not really any cleaner or dirtier in here than the lab...and the biogel keeps out contaminants, anyhow."  He blinked at her order, shifting a bit and moving to rest his ass on the metal table beside his petri dish, absently reaching to cover it with the top that had been set aside to let him work.<br/><br/>"I don't know, Florinthia.  I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk around on your own and risk hurting yourself if the floor drops out from under you again."  He rubbed his neck and absently chewed his lower lip, before perking suddenly.<br/><br/>"How about you let me come with you?  I can help you with your stuff, keep an eye on you, and that way I won't feel the need to go tell the doc about this little spell the moment you walk out of here."