<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: Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) </span></strong><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> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>The pride, moments before a fall.<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/><br/>The Turian woman was focused on her biotics, and didn't notice the man as he sat on a stool and took her in. She wasn't so distracted as to be caught off guard, but when the man spoke her head tilted up and her biotic display did a little shuddering two-step before reorienting themselves around the woman's willpower and returned to satellite duty. Taking in the handsome human she seemed to tilt her head slightly, the white-grey mandibles of the Turian parting slightly and then resetting as she hefted herself up to standing upright.<br/><br/>He offered a hand towards her, a human gesture that she didn't much care for. Instead of shaking it, she merely tapped the offering man's fingers with the electronic pad, batting them away lightly like one might nudge an overeager puppy with their foot. “<strong>Honestly, I'd prefer it if you were able to sum it up in a few words; but I understand most work done here is more...complicated than that.</strong>” She glanced briefly around the Engineering Bay, trying not to look too bored as she absorbed all the tech and advancement around them. She wasn't much of a tech-head herself, so it was easy to simply  let this stuff fly over her radar, but then she'd be failing at her duty. Her task was to assign and allocate funding and resources to projects that mattered. To fail to understand where the effort and energy of the various Council agents who'd be purchasing this stuff would be a failure of her role...<br/><br/>...and Florinthia Legiticus did not<em>fail.</em><br/><br/>“<strong>Talk me through you request, and try to keep it brief. I've known too many techies who talk my ear off trying to make their little science project sound like the next Galactic breakthrough to be fooled.</strong>” She suddenly snatched a free hand up and grasped all three of the metal spheres in taloned fingers, a loud clink of metal on metallic flesh filling the locale before she pocketed her distraction. Nodding towards Malcolm, she walked past him briefly, brushing a few inches from the handsome human and probably leaving behind the faintest smell of oranges; a soap product she'd grabbed from Samantha during her isolation period.