<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Sick Bay<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>Un'lar nodded at her comment about name-calling. "I can see that, Counselor. While few outright hate your heritage, in someways what they feel is even worse. Hatred is what you feel for an equal. Orions don't even get that." He said, his voice musing. He had relaxed to a degree, his voice musing to a degree. If he'd been watching himself, he would have worded that differently, but it was easy to pick up that there was no malice to it. "I've never understood it, to be honest. The Orion Syndicate is a fabulously complex organization, able to operate in the boundaries of multiple of the great powers without difficulty. But still, people people believe the Orions are nothing more then oversexualized caricatures."<br/><br/>He started walking her toward the lift. Part of him had noticed the effect of the Pheremones. It wasn't particularly noticable, and Un'lar would not have been able to do so without an investigation of Muni physiology. He could resist the effects, if he wished to. Cardassian mental training could shake off a Mind Meld, if need be. While Un'lar did not know if he could do that, or would be able to resist a full blown Orion's pheremones, the effect here was small enough that a bit of effort could resist it. But there was no real need.<br/><br/>"Definitely." He walked her to the lift. "Bridge." He instructed, waiting, his smile retreating to his normal demeanor.