<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, Ungodly early<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Am I hallucinating?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacki | Closed<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>She was taken by surprise with the sudden presence of a Salarian, and for one hazy blink Samantha wondered if she was suffering from delusions. Perhaps she was more tired than she realized? Why else was he walking around in a pair of gingham pajamas? An overly taxed brain could project on a person… but no. Upon closer inspection and the smell of Jackiro’s tea, his presence was confirmed into reality but left her no less puzzled. He looked cozy. Yet this was still so damn strange for her, even if she was absolutely charmed by it all. Samantha was also a little jealous of the cool mug, her own was a simple white variety pilfered from the kitchen supply cabinet.<br/><br/>“Jackiro?” She spoke his name out loud to make sure she got it right, as well as to help her log it into memory. She often found herself so busy and focused with work that a V.I had to remind her to have a social life. But names, faces, those were things she never failed to recall. “I’m Samantha,”<br/><br/>She shook his hand. The doctor’s grip was strong, confident, but didn’t show any of the bravado or posturing that could come with this particular social greeting. An easy smile quickly slid into place and lit up the features on her face, causing her pale blue eyes to twinkle in appreciation for his pun and clear sense of humor. Who didn’t enjoy a good laugh? “I’m sure it was a mis-steak. We left rather quickly, and there is a lot to, uh… process.”<br/><br/>Her smile twitched, until one corner of her mouth suddenly plunged upward into a smirk, the freckles across her nose shifting as her nose crinkled at the bridge. She couldn’t help herself. “Although I think it’s safe to assume the wurst… I hear the drell cook is a bit of an ass.”