<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>NPC Escort; Councilor Sparatus<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"...and you know, I've been down in docking bay 12 for most of the morning, working on one of the fleet ships.  Soldiers can be so careless with their vehicles, man.  The engines were all messed up, I have no idea<em>what</em>was going on there.  That means I<em>couldn't</em>have been the one who snuck the lizards into the Emporium.  So, you're gonna look real foolish to your bosses when they find out - Oh!"  Jay's words cut off with surprise as the two of them walked through the door of the lounge and she noticed the councilor waiting.  Of course, her escort had tried to<em>tell</em>her that the trip had nothing to do with any of the dozens of things she'd denied involvement in, but she hadn't listened.<br/><br/>Glancing around as her escort gratefully escaped, she slipped her hands into the pockets of her jacket and rocked on her feet, making a soft blurping noise by puffing out her cheek.  Her eyes moved smoothly back around to the Turian councilor and she flashed a brief, anxious grimace of a smile.  "Sooo...how's things?"  Yup, this was going well.  Deciding to follow orders, for once in her life, she wandered around to one of the cushy couches and climbed up to sit on the back with her boots planted on the seat.<br/><br/>Leaning forward, she propped her elbow on her thigh and her chin in her palm, eyes restlessly moving over the walls and ceiling.  It had been all of five minutes and she couldn't be expressing her boredom more tangibly if she tried.  Hr nose crinkled a bit as she realized the room smelled, but she couldn't figure out what the smell<em>was</em>.  Slyly, her eyes shifted to Sparatus again and she cocked a brow, wondering if it was him.  Sure, the councilors acted all dignified and stuff, but everyone liked the occasional hanaran steamed bun.  Nah, the smell wasn't<em>bad</em>, just weird.  Trying to act casually, she leeeeeaned far to the side and sniffed at the couch she was sitting on, blinking.  Oh...it was just the Tower.  It had a weird smell.