<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Medical Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Sightseeing<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam | Drack | Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The krogan gave him a glare of disbelief, and Arcus turned back to the human doctor —Sam, as she'd asked him to call her— to reassess. He wasn't entirely wrong; she was certainly small for her species, even smaller when compared to a giant, presumably ancient krogan. "I only know what the council told me. Perhaps—" The Turian was left hanging as Drack plucked Sam off the ground and started throwing her up in the air— as if she was a baby. "I..." He found no words to rebut that or remedy the situation, since no one had specifically ever told him what to do when a krogan starts tossing people around.<br/><br/>After a moment, he grabbed the human by the collar of her jacket while she was in mid air, deciding to spare her the humiliation of being tossed around like a rock, though he kept her suspended mid air while he addressed Drack. "Everyone would be a child to you, krogan. Your kind lives to unhealthily long ages." Just as long as the Asari, yet much less refined and much much more barbaric. "Perhaps the doctor is simply underdeveloped and malnourished. Did you have a good meal before we departed, Dr. Adams?" he asked, letting go of her jacket and letting her fall to the floor.<br/><br/>"Ryncol? Not even a full day aboard the ship, and you're already trying to get us killed?" He growled in much the same with Drack did, his voice flanged as all turians' were, and crossed his arms again, pulling back the grim, distrusting expression he so often put on. He'd met many of his kind during long military career of course, many of them more ill-tempered than this one was, but never in his life had he seen one shake down a doctor for disinfectant to make booze. It was alarming, but also quite amusing, he had to admit. "Anti-septic's in those bottles labelled 'Anti-septic'," he answered, pointing to the container of clear bottles with clear liquid inside them.<br/><br/>"Are you gonna invite the whole crew to your merry little party, then?" he asked.