<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Name:</span></strong>Veyle Holden<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Location:</span></strong>Shuttle Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Tags:</span></strong>Raven, Callius<br/><hr/><br/>Whatever calming influence that her little moment with Stephen might have had on Veyle was quickly washed away as she overheard the conversation happening nearby. She'd planned to just claim a vacant area in the shuttle bay for herself and quietly unpack her things, of which there weren't that many, but just hearing Lieutenant Commander Raven Hart boasting about how she and her team had murdered Casca left Veyle momentarily paralyzed as she fought off the urge to slam the bitch's face into the ground until there was only a red puddle left right then and there.<br/><br/>Just the thought of what this woman had done, what she'd taken from her and made her endure was enough to make Veyle feel sick not just to her stomach but also to her heart, and her veins felt like they might explode from all of the anger burning through them.<em>I'll only need one shot for you,</em>she silently promised while staring Raven down from an angle that wouldn't make it directly obvious to anyone.<br/><br/>Veyle was absolutely seething, but she also knew that she needed to show restraint, so somehow that made it seem like taking Callius up on his offer might be a good idea. She'd never actually tasted alcohol before, but she did know that people used it to relieve stress, so it seemed like something that could be useful in the current situation. She found a bottle of something which Callius had brought that<em>wouldn't</em>ravage her digestive system and took a cautious first sip, wincing slightly from the bitter aftertaste. To Veyle's surprise, the second sip wasn't as bad, and the third one was almost enjoyable, so she understood that the concept of 'more is better' seemed to apply in this case.<br/><br/>"I'm sure that we will be able to adapt to any foes and overcome them," Veyle replied coolly to Callius' concern. In fact, she was already working on adapting to them, only her personal foes weren't the extremists. Luckily for her, she was so upset that she was trembling inwardly rather than outwardly, so so everyone else it would seem like her headache had passed and she was back to being the young, unreadable biotic commando.<br/><br/>