<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GOTwWmI.jpg)</div>Te’en leaned in the doorway which opened up into the cockpit, her slender arms crossed at the chest while she considered her most recent experiment. For the past five hours, the Salarian’s determined jaw has continued grinding down on the chewing gum in his mouth, but the most fascinating thing was his refusal to spit it out. Did that have something to do with his pride? Or had he believed her fabricated story that it was a plastic explosive that would go off the first chance it had to fully harden?<br/><br/>“Maybe you should give him a cup of water to spit it out in. Just in case?” Esori spoke up from Navigation, her stage whisper lilted with stifled laughter.<br/><br/>“I would have thought he’d give his jaw a break… goddess, someone is trying to talk to him.” With a smirk that split across her face, Te’en watched as the turian Luus approached the Salarian, conversing rather one-sidedly. Still, Sonon continued to chew, moving slow and careful. As if all of their lives depended on it.<br/><br/>“He’s so precious.”<br/><br/>Straightening as Jackiro approached, she flashed the new salarian a warm and inviting -and entirely innocent- smile. “Are you talking about the turian spectre?” She shrugged her shoulders then, unfolding her arms to indicate down either end of the hall. “He’s either down that way, or this other way. I haven’t seen him. Sorry.”<br/>