<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/be/69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg/776px-69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ja'sia 'Jay' V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Pilot<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black & gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Presidium Tower | Bougie Lounge<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Arrival<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Group<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Despite the very serious subject matter, Jay's teasing, playful nature could not long be suppressed.  She looked over at the Spectre at the mention from the turian councilor of 'subtlety, and grinned impishly.  "Do they teach Spectres covert ops?  I thought all you cowboys just busted in, waving your guns around and glaring down any opposition with your deadly laserbeam eyes."  Her ultra-violet eyes twinkled with mischief as she crinkled her nose at Arcus, and then looked back to the councilor.<br/><br/>"When can I get my hands on the ship?  Do you know the make and model?  Every ship's different, you know and I like to really get to know my vessel before I settle in to fly her."  Her face all but radiated her excitement over the prospect of getting to explore and then pilot a new ship.  Her hands instinctively curled a bit, as if itching to settle on the controls.  Truth was, Jay'd been getting restless since her last job.  Space jockeys didn't do well sitting still in some station or on a planet, which was why she got up to so much trouble.  She needed to be out there, rocketing through the endless, wondrous void of space and occasionally dodging asteroids.