<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 Upper 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/>He quirked a brow at the backhanded way she complimented him, with every other breath.  He wondered idly if that was a Florinthia thing, or if it was just how female turians 'worked', sort of the opposite of the asari.  Either way, he was fairly certain that she expected it to bother him, or at the very least erect some form of barrier to entry...but it just made him want to prod even more and see what happened.  That would be the part of him that his friends always referred to as 'MT's instinct for self-destruction'.  Eh, fuck 'em, nobody ever did anything fun worrying about whether or not the pissy alien lady was gonna stab them in the face.<br/><br/>"Actually, it's less a habit and more of a...passion.  Why, are you hoping I might ask you next?  Hm.  Maybe once you're feeling a bit more...robust."  His grin spread over his features and he leaned back a bit on his hands, grey yes sparkling with more good humor and enthusiasm than the situation seemed to warrant.  Who the hell was this gung-ho about following around a grumpy stranger, helping them complete menial tasks while preventing them from falling over and knocking themselves out?  Either he was<em>very</em>bored, or insane.  Or both.<br/><br/>"You strike me as the kind of person that will approve my req request because it's not unreasonable and the work I'm doing is valuable. I'd rather save my one chance to blackmail you to force you into letting me look after you, because...well,<em>that</em>actually seems like something you wouldn't do otherwise."  The smile on his face only grew as she agreed to his demands, then he looked down when her hand extended toward him, reaching to shake...only to be brushed aside again.  It made him huff softly and he slid off the table wondering if there was such a thing as handshake blue-balls.  Nah, that was definitely not a thing.<br/><br/>Brow furrowing, feeling weirdly frustrated and at a loss, he bent to open one of the small under-counter refrigeration units to retrieve a bottle of chilled water.  He returned to offer it out to her, eyes glinting as he pulled it back when she reached out and offered his other hand instead.  "Shake my hand first."