<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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>Engineering Gimp<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></strong>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<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>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"Ah, here I was hoping you were secretly a bad-ass rapper with ad street cred."  His grin widened as he slipped through her door to begin moving her boxes, glancing at the contents passingly, but not trying to snoop for any specific details.  He noted the art supplies in the second box, tucking the information away for later, already planning for conversational gambits during target practice.  It might help to side-step the more painful or awkward subjects, like Mindoir and the remembered bits of information his brain had recalled in association with her family name.<br/><br/>Setting down the third box gently, he glanced at her and cocked a brow, nodding in agreement with not telling the doc about where she was, if only because she was planning to rest.  He had a feeling she wasn't the resting and recuperating sort, so if she was going to nap her head must really be pounding.  No need to make things worse with an argument.  "I heard about what the mission was and pulled some strings to get myself assigned to it.  Any way I can help stop whoever is causing this illness to humans...I want to be involved.  Especially if it's batarians.  There's not exactly a lot of people walking around with a better understanding of how merciless and self-serving they can be."  He lowered the last of the boxes to the floor by her desk and straightened, brushing his hands off as he turned to look at her.<br/><br/>"And, for the record, I'd have done all this whether I was attracted to you or not.<br/>The attraction and flirting just made it a lot more enjoyable, is all."  He flashed that lopsided grin again and then turned to head for the door, wanting to give her the chance to rest now that her space was clear and she could lay down without having to drag boxes out of the way.  Stepping out, he looked back to her, gaze lingering for a moment before he tossed off a two finger salute, eyes rolling down her form one last time.<br/><br/>"Sweet dreams, Florinthia.  I look forward to seeing how you handle a weapon."