<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>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 --> Bottom Deck | Near Decontamination<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Hmmm...<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 didn't comment much about the bouncy castle. It was too easy for him to figure out what she'd say anyway, and she had no desire to try and play the man's games. She wasn't a mind-reader, but she also wasn't daft. She could see he was starting to press buttons; a common enough game for Humans to play with Turians. They were the stoic, militaristic bird people, after all. Getting them riled up was basically a pass-time for the species, as far as her brief interactions went.<br/><br/>Flo handed over her datapad with no resistance, already willing to offer him a chance to prove himself. It made no sense to hamstring the man; either he was good enough or he wasn't. Which of the three solutions would he go for? The VI was the most expansive, but also the most expensive; while the Bulkhead was the most time-consuming, and would eliminate a secondary layer of protection in the case of an emergency from Decontamination; of course there was also the idea of installing extra cameras but doing so would-<br/><br/>"Mirror. Installed on the wall up there in the camera's sightline, so that it reflects the blindspots."<br/><br/>She blinked for a moment, taking in the suggestion and pausing to visibly think it over. She hadn't thought of that...It was cheaper, it was convenient, and it was easy to install. Damage was a potential problem, but someone would have to smash that mirror a dozen times before it became as expensive as the Camera System, and a few hundred times before it became as costly as the other options...<br/><br/>He asked whether he passed, and she smirked. It was a genuine bit of mirth from the otherwise catty woman, and she took the datapad back from him, scratching her signature into a form on it, brought up in a heartbeat. “<strong>You do. You've also freed up enough budget that I can bump yours and Coaf's requests up as well. Well done...</strong>” She said, the surprise in her voice apparent even as she tried not to give him too much credit.<br/><br/>Then, a thought crossed her mind. She decided that revenge was best served hot, and with a bit of retaliatory teasing. “<strong>Now, don't go requisitioning any bouncy castles; the only thing that are worth being called 'bouncy' are a vehicle's suspension, and a bed.</strong>” She gave him a look, brief and smouldering. It was similar to her previous death glare - with those predatory, sharp slits for pupils - but this time, they were more piercing, and more wanting...<br/><br/>...Then it was gone. Flo's eyes softened, and she smirked at him, before prodding his chest once again. “<strong>That's my work done. I will be heading back to my quarters now. Do you feel the need to escort me there as well, or should I assume we're done for now?</strong>”