<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>[/font]  Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<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>Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Bartering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>She was caught briefly in a loop when the human in front of him started teasing her. He'd probably see the brief moment her brain short-circuited; going between annoyance and amusement, then back to annoyance. She eventually settled for a slightly annoyed, mildly disgusted grunt as she was helped onto a nearby chair. She offered no major resistance, although once she was sat down, she did find herself gripping onto the nearby desk for support, just giving her something to stop the world from spinning so damn always. “<strong>Funny that you find your wit and your spine <em>after</em> I collapse. Do you make a habit of asking angry women to tie you up very, very nicely?</strong>” The Turian's tone was biting, but there was a hint of a smirk on her face. The professionalism had faded; shattered much like the façade that she could just work through her illness.<br/><br/>He acted a little squirmy about not reporting her illness to the doctor, and instead offered an alternate solution. She mulled it over for a moment, her mandibles moving slightly like a thoughtful twitch before eventually, she let the tip of her blue tongue roll out, chapping slightly against the roof of her mouth in annoyance. “<strong>Honestly, I expected you to try and blackmail me into greenlighting your project. I'm glad you are better than my expectations.</strong>”<br/><br/>Looking over at Malcolm, she couldn't get the idea of a puppy she'd seen on a holovid out of her memory. He looked nervous and excitable all at the same time. It was sickeningly sweet, but at least he wasn't an asshole. She could work with sickeningly sweet. Sickeningly sweet did what it was told, most of the time. Just needed to scratch the puppy behind the ears once or twice. “<strong>I will allow you to come along as my assistant. I only have two more jobs anyway. We'll pretend this shitshow of a first meeting didn't happen, and then you can escort me back to my room where I'll sleep off this headache. Is that agreeable?</strong>” She paused for a moment, before putting a hand out for him, only to swat away his hand if he instantly tried to take it. "<strong>Can you get me a bottle of water?</strong>"