<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iliarya Maveptis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fera's Office<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Fera<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once again Iliarya nodded and stood slowly, watching Nel'Taan march out of the office. After another moment, the asari followed after him at a much slower pace. The door closed behind her as she left the captain's office. Pulling up her omni-tool, a message came notifying her of her visa approval. Well, that was definitely another thing off her mind for the moment. At least she wouldn't have to worry about those people on Fulci Phi.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Medical Wing<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Cato<br/><br/>After having left the captain's office, Iliarya made her way to the medical wing to meet with Cato. The door opened automatically and she stepped into the wing. The lights, she noticed, were also visibly much more dim than when she had visited the wing not too long ago. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the lighting.<br/><br/>The VI spoke.<strong>"Good day, Ms. Maveptis. Your credentials and access-codes have already been entered into my system. You have full access to whatever resources you shall require for the medical wing. If you should find anything lacking, you may simply enter the information into the nearest terminal. Cato is has already arrived and is waiting just to the right of you."</strong><br/><br/>The artificial voice had surprised her but she quickly adjusted, listening to the voice of the VI. "Thank you." She said to the VI.<strong>"My pleasure."</strong>And with that, the VI's voice once again went silent. Here, Iliarya turned to see Cato sitting where the VI had indicated. Slowly, she made her way to a desk with a computer and sat at it. "You may continue to sit there if you wish, but I would prefer if I could see you better to speak with you." She accessed the computer and began pulling up information about Cato Lacres, medical history and the like. "You may call me Iliarya, as I feel that a more informal air between myself and patients is much more suitable in this type of environment. You may speak your mind, Cato, as I am sure you may have things to say. I assure you that I will do my best to treat you but it will only be effective if you work with me." Her voice was softer, gentle even and had a different tone from the one in which she used outside of the medical wing.<br/><br/>She paused as she stared at the screen for a moment before looking over at Cato. It was hard to discern any expression from Turians, despite her experience with working with them back on the Citadel. Even with all her patients, Iliarya always made it a point to never speak down to them. She respected every race and knew that each person had different experiences in which shaped their views. They had angers, worries, concerns that could turn them violent or desperate when it came to their lives. She felt it was her duty to understand what they were going through before trying to treat them in order to assess the situation better. This was how she started any treatment and how she planned it out. Without this kind of information, no matter what she did, it could all prove to be pointless.