<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<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>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>First chance to breathe<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Whatever was on the agenda for this evening, she certainly hadn’t expected a quarian without her helmet, an asari in a unicorn onesie, and the hostess who was just as surprised, but no less enthusiastic about how their night was unfolding. Samantha sat there with open amusement, propping her chin up in the palm of her hand, resting her supporting elbow on the table as she looked back and forth between each lovely face. Deadly alien spore virus mutating and killing humans: what was that? Mischievous Krogans trying to steal medical supplies in order to perform a chemistry experiment and make Ryncol: never happened. Sam found this gathering to be infectiously good-natured and endearing, and it melted all of the stress from her shoulders.<br/><br/>She found the quarian’s struggle to understand the social rules of this gathering both adorable and heartwarming. Rue had an innocence about her that so many others have lost, and it instinctively made Samantha want to hug the other woman in the same way you might wish to curl up in a soft blanket. She tried to reassure her new acquaintance. “I don’t think any one of us have seen a quarian without their full suits,” she explained, still offering her relaxed smile. “I’m flattered, honored, and admittedly, I’ve been so damn curious!”<br/><br/>Who wouldn’t be? With Xenobiology as one of her specialties, Samantha would be quite capable of caring for quarians, turians, and even salarian or asari patients, should there be a need. The first time she learned of the quarian race, she was already diving deep in her studies, away from unfriendly memories, away from Shanxi, and back on earth.<br/><br/>With her chin lifting out of her palm, she draped her arm across the table and nodded in agreement. “Actually, I’d<em>love</em>a drink. I’m not exactly looking forward to tomorrow’s little ‘adventure’.”<br/><br/>She hated flying. It was internalized, for the most part, but just the thought of it made her stomach clench tight. Getting shitfaced drunk would have been appealing --if it wasn’t also one way to make certain she would vomit, and tomorrow’s venture had her pride on the line already.<br/>