<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813745972148043826/23464abe46635ce4ec51b13b04cb2f81.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<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>Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As pictured, topped off with a scowl<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Positions<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"You sent me 1334.6 TB of data," was his quick, indignant retort, his temper already slowly climbing back up. Adding salt to the wound was the fact that she still wasn't facing him, after<em>she</em>had scheduled a meeting with him, and not only that, she was still contorting her body and extending in retracting her limbs in ways her fleshy body shouldn't be able to. A steady stream of quiet, furious breaths filled the void as she continued her little exercise, dropping her body so that it seemed to levitate horizontally across the ground. "Well, I'm here now, so you might as well give me the courtesy of actually facing me while we talk."<br/><br/>Ignored. His mandibles clicked loudly, and Arcus briefly considered if he should just leave it be and walk away, or sling the stubborn little woman over his shoulder and sit her ass down somewhere she wouldn't be able to thrust her behind at his face, but in the end he opted to temper his frustrations and waited... and waited.<br/><br/>Though, he would begrudgingly admit that she moved with a lithe grace that suggested she was very experienced in this sort of thing, and that she knew exactly what she was doing. And— having a front seat view of her posterior through see-through pants didn't exactly help his concentration on pressing matters. Such a difference from Turian women, he noted, but in no way a bad thing. He wondered if they would ripple if they were slapped, or if they would clap against each other if she ran while in a hurry. They would physically have to, in theory. Maybe he should keep an eye out for when they were in action— for curiosity and science, of course.<br/><br/>But, he digressed. His mesmerization with the woman's rear was interrupted by her voice, and Turian returned back to his frustrated self, though he was pleasantly surprised by her pitch. "How can I possibly look through 1334.6 TB of data in a few minutes?" he asked, less a genuine question and more a rhetorical jab. But after that, he took on a professional tone, as he always did when he discusses matters of importance that were worth his time. "But, yes. Even if we are absolutely sure there is no risk of infection other than by ingestion, we might just come in contact with a variant that requires only touch, or to be breathed in, to take effect. The STG agent and I actually spoke about this earlier. Jackiro Indi, his name was, I think. Perhaps you should forward the data to him, go through possible prototypes together."<br/><br/>"Plus, too many humans aboard that they may become a hindrance and a liability if an outbreak happens. We can't just throw them in a room and call it a day if a quarter of a ship can get infected." One of the very first concerns he had in that first meeting with Sparatus, ignored in favour of railroading the mission, like always. Sometimes he wondered if those beauracrats actually listened to people that actually do their dirty work in the field.<br/><br/>And finally, after what seemed like an entire excerise routine, the good doctor turned to him, with a scowl to match his, though hers softened considerably upon seeing him, and in turned, reduced his into somewhat of a sulk. He listened with rapt attention like before, and came away much more impressed by the woman, and much less irritated by her antics. "Good work, Dr. Adams. I'm impressed," he said, the compliment genuine in his mind, even thought it may have come out a bit harsher than normal. Relaxing a little he took a seat on one of the many boxes that lined the cargo area, and crossed his arms. "I don't believe we'll run into much trouble on Reetix that we might actually get exposed to the chlorine, but it's always good to have contingencies on hand. I want you to brief the ground team on how to apply the kit."<br/><br/>Nodding to his own decision, he continued, "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? How long would it have taken you to put that in writing? 30 seconds?"