<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>18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<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>Also a 22 (Ac, 6s, 5s, Qs)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacki | Closed<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Samantha hummed in acknowledgment, all while waving her hand gracefully to indicate that he could deal for them again. Having an in-depth conversation mixed with a casual game of cards was… just what she needed. Jackiro was easy to talk to -perhaps due to her experience with working with Salarians in the past- and his insight was proving to be illuminating. A lot of what he said had been staring her right in the face, she just had her own baggage that fogged up her point of view. She didn’t hate turians, she didn’t hold any bias toward them --until they intimidated her. Then it was flashbacks to Shanxi all over again, a bloody affair that left her dreams haunted and her life just a little more empty. She could rationalize through it well enough, but after seventeen years she would have assumed that she would have gotten over it.<br/><br/>Apparently not. Apparently, she had deeper scars than she wanted to admit to. Maybe, despite her good intention, she was looking for an outlet?<br/><br/>Her nails drummed idly against the table as she considered what Jacki said. “You’re not wrong.” Her smile was back then, once again sheepish and a little shy even as she lifted her eyes up to meet with his. “Hard enough jumping immediately from one job into another without a break. And now he’s surrounded by people who haven’t had any military training. At least with most of us. The diversity here fascinates me, but throw all of these cultures into a pot and expecting them to melt in unison, without difficulty, isn’t the reality of it. But that just circles right back to where we began with this conversation, doesn’t it?"<br/><br/>Sam stretched out her legs and readjusted in her seat. She felt like she was truly unwinding now. Finally. “Tell me a little about yourself, Jacki. What brought you here? Although I imagine you've answered that question a million times by now."