Name: Stephen Grayson<br/>Location: Cargo Bay<br/>Tags: Lithium, ALICE. (Iliarya mentioned)<br/><hr/><br/>Watching the Biotic battle to keep her mask on, despite the already apparent slip was something that mildly humbling for Stephen;her fragility in this state, her struggle to keep the strength she normally hides behind, the way she seemed to try so desperately to convince not him, but herself that solidarity was what she wanted struck a particular chord with someone who had battle against the exact same situations. He'd spent two years in that state, at the mercy of people he didn't know or understand. The feeling of having to trust someone when individuality was such a core aspect of a person was...hard. Stephen was lucky enough to have met a good soul in his time of weakness, was it a strange irony that the job had seemed to shift to him?<br/><br/>Or perhaps he was over-thinking things. Sure it sucked that this girl was in a state of slight turmoil, but he wasn't here to be a babysitter. He was here to try and extract benefits for himself. The entirety of his character was in his selfish nature: even accepting this mission was for selfish reasons. He didn't come here on some noble mission to save the Citadel; he came here to get information for himself, a large cash prize from the Shadow Broker and to test his mettle against other people handpicked for such a mission.<br/><br/>And yet here he was, slowly sliding down just beside Veyle, his right arm just brushing against her left as he took up a pew, so to speak. "Still didn't get your name..." he shrugs, just happy to sit in the silence and wait for her to respond. Unlike his Asari savior: Stephen had no real skills in dealing with people. He could order his staff about, and he could deal with clients. Manipulation was easy, but actually communicating with a person? That was not his strong suit.<br/><br/>As if to spoil the silence forming between them, the robotic chime of a synthesized female voice echoed from Stephen's left arm, startling him slightly "<tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Mr Grayson, I have finished analyzing the voice file, and it is advised that you go about organizing a Visa: should you intend to visit Fulci Phi, as was suggested by the Turian. All biotics without Visas are sterilized on the planet. I have gone about organizing the necessary arrangements with Odin, shall i proceed?</em></tt>"<br/><br/>Stephen looked down at his left arm, a silent curse muttered under his breath. Whilst he had not hidden the synthetic nature of his left arm, he had hidden the secret inside. No one knew of ALICE, and those who did were told the convenient lie that she was a VI program. Should this girl be tech savvy at all, she would quickly realize how the synthesized voice was almost certainly an AI.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, he could do nothing more now. For some unknown reason, ALICE had wanted to reveal herself. The AI was clever enough to avoid relaying such complex messages in public normally.<br/><br/>"Proceed with arranging the Visa...arrange one for my companion as well: would you prefer your real name or an Alias?"