<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Ares_Walker.png) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Ares Walker (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ares_Walker)<strong><br/>Location: </strong>Arriving by Turbolift<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Captain Lyra Core, Open<br/><br/>Nuances. Ares picked them up. He knew how people ticked, could spot their tells, and how they attempted to cover them. Vulcans were better at it than most. He himself had an acute grasp of kinaesthetics. He could read people, but he rarely took their emotional state into mind outside of a poker game. Emotions were messy, and took to long to properly massage.<br/><br/>`I was recruited for my proclivity towards experimental research, Captain.` The use of her honorific would expedite things. The fact it was proper decorum was not on his registry. `The current facilities are not suitable for how... unstable my experiments can get. With a few modifications I can bring a space to standards commensurate with my old lab. You could detonate an atomic bomb in that lab and it would not leave a dent. Did that once. Very cool light show.`<br/><br/>Eccentricity was mentioned in his personnel files. As was a seeming oblivion to his personal safety. The safety of others he was mindful of, but he was not afraid to get hurt.<br/><br/>As the Captain processes, Ares seems to slightly lose focus. He is in truth taking a mental map of the person who just arrived on the bridge, though without looking. There was the faintest scent of incense, though not recently burned. Bateret leaves. The Peldor Festival had been, by his estimation given spatial drift, two days prior. Combined with the confident gait, and the weight of the footfalls, Ares guessed it to be the Executive Officer arriving. Only when Kar'tak moves into sight does he gets his confirmation. While he might not seem to be an attentive person when it comes to social graces, Ares was always observing on several levels. And he too had read the personnel files of everyone on the ship; even the loading crew. One never knew when they would need a load of crates moved to another cargo bay.