<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 Upper 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/>"I don't know.  Seems like there's a<em>lot</em>of value in a bouncy castle."  He paused and looked her over a bit, one corner of his mouth trending upward as he noted the general<em>pointiness</em>of her figure.  "Though...maybe not for turians."  The mental image of his joyless escort being flung about the inside of a brightly-colored, inflatable castle until her hip or elbow inevitably poked a hole - and the whole thing flew off into the air with a loud blatting noise - sustained him right up until she put a hand on the wall and reminded him that he wasn't with her for mere pleasure.  Her steadying herself made him walk a bit closer, pay more attention so that he could potentially reach out and grab her should she lose consciousness again or her legs prove unable to support her weight.<br/><br/>He watched her closely, unaware of where they were, so when her hand rose and pushed against the center of his chest, he was startled into stopping immediately and then stepping back once with a furrowed brow.  Her question only made the furrows deepen as he looked around, then down at the feed, murmuring thoughtfully.  "Security's not really my area of expertise, but...May I?"  He leaned closer to the pad and then took it from her, assuming she relinquished it into his care, carrying it with him as he followed his form on the screen until he disappeared behind the bulkhead.<br/><br/>Stepping back out, his eyes rose to the wall opposite his position, almost visibly working through the issue and potential solutions before walking back to her and holding out the pad.  "Mirror.  Installed on the wall up there in the camera's sightline, so that it reflects the blindspots."  He pointed to a spot high up on the wall that was across from the camera, where an angled or rounded mirror could reflect the blocked sections leading from Decontamination.<br/><br/>"So...do I pass?"