<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=335654.msg15962167#msg15962167)<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 / Xeno-biologist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>This, but probably little ripped and wrinkled by now. (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Not buying it.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Galeaus | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The lack of expression on her face didn’t change: Sam’s guard was up and it was going to take a lot more than a pleasant chuckle to bring it back down again. She was prepared for the long game, she was prepared to play her cards well and to put her own emotional needs behind her in order to make the intellectual decisions. That was why she hired mercenaries to hold this point in the first place. Either Galeaus understood this on some unconscious level and removed his helmet to make himself more relatable, or the bastard did some research and prepared in advance for a devastating war of mind games.<br/><br/>It wasn’t that seeing a turian without face markings was impossible… it was just not what she was expecting. Through her own bias and memory she had already imagined white streaks to cover most of his face -perhaps a green starburst over the left side. No marks meant a few different things but for a spectre it could only mean one thing in particular. She arched a brow, crossed her arms at her chest, but didn’t say a word.<br/><br/>Was she being paranoid? Should she feel relieved? Between muscle aches, fatigue and emotional trauma it would have been a relief not to feel anything at all. She couldn’t imagine what the others must have been going through. For some; it was just more of the same. But for others?<br/><br/>They had civilians here, a few souls who had coward behind Ashton’s barriers and passed through most of their recent days in a trance. It wasn’t ‘normal’ for people to experience blood and violence at these extremes, it wasn’t normal to endure this amount of stress for as long as they have. Yet here they were, stuck in an ugly situation with ‘forward’ being the only way to go. Some people will manage while others won’t. Sometimes that was just the way of things.<br/><br/>Sam lifted a hand and pushed it through her short hair, ruffling it like ebony feathers. “My people need sleep. A good meal. Basic medicine. We’ve been managing on scavenged goods but those who have been fighting are undernourished. They need some down time so they don’t burn out or start fighting one another.” Again. “Moral is low. Other than what you’ve already mentioned; get me those samples and I can tell you what we’re dealing with.”