<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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>Engineering Gimp<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>He grinned at her assessment of his email, then glanced down when his device dinged.  Tapping brought it up, and he read quickly before glancing up with a playful grin, eyes twinkling with an impish light.  "Leg it, Flo?  Where you legging it to, exactly?  Also, I would be reticent if I didn't point out the kismet inherent in the fact that we both have limbs in our emails."  He deactivated the Omni and walked along with her toward her room, a new bounce in his step, despite the harrowing discussion of memories he felt better burying.<br/><br/>It was hard to gauge, even for himself, whether it was the promise of getting to spend more time with Florinthia, or the compliment she'd given him.  Deep down, there was even a trickle of excitement over feeling a pistol in his hand again after so long.  He'd never loved the violence the way some of the others had, nor had he found a thrill in the adrenaline rush during combat.  He would have been happy to have spent his whole career never using any of his weapons, as long as it meant innocent civilians were saved.  But, even so...target practice, honing those long-unused skills would feel like coming home.<br/><br/>Concern drew his focus back to Flo as her hand touched the wall, he never stepped in to touch or offer assistance, but h was ready in case the wall failed to provide enough support.  Still, it was those moments of unsteadiness that made him shake his head when Flo tried to shoo him away.  "C'mon, Florinthia.  You're not in any state to be moving those boxes.  At the risk of you crushing my foot, can I at least step in and haul them where you want them, so you can just lay down and rest?"<br/><br/>He arched a brow at her, not waiting for a definitive answer before he was stepping in to lift the first box, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing beneath his tank top.  He glanced at her, tilting his head to wait for some indication of where she wanted the box.  "Uhm...you want me to pop in and let the doc know you're resting in your room?  Not snitching, just so she'll know where you are and not pop in looking for you and interrupt your nap.  I know how frustrating it can be to have to deal with people when you're in pain."