<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<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>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<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>Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Middle Deck, technically | Elevator entrance --> Flo's Room.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Hmmm...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Flo noticed the way he fidgetted. He was rubbing the back of his neck and the scruff of his hair. It was a nervous looking tick, and made her realise just how much he was the sort to talk with his hands. Hell, he'd done it plenty already. He even traced his extranet account in the air like he was tracing a signature. After a moment, she smirked. “<strong>Heh, clever name...</strong>” She said, catching onto the pun after a few seconds.<br/><br/>He'd put himself down a lot in his evaluation of Mindoir, and she felt she could understand a little of it. Perhaps it was some form of survivor's guilt, or just a healthy dose of self-loathing that came from being a failure who didn't pay the ultimate price. Sometimes soldiers did that to themselves:  Beat themselves up because they came back and others didn't. Hell, he'd all but admitted that his own parent had guilt-tripped him for doing his job, even if it wasn't done in malice. That sort of thing took a toll on a mind.<br/><br/>“<strong>Skills are best sharpened. You might say you're no use as a soldier, but I trust you more than some of the idiots on this tub.</strong>” She raised her hand to fire up her OmniTool. A few seconds later, there would be a light 'ding' on Malcolm's device indicating a received message. “<strong>C'mon. You've already gotten most of the way there. Might as well let you walk me to my room. Just don't expect to slide in the door, or I'll slam it shut on your foot.</strong>” She nodded down the hallway and started to walk. Her sense of balance had improved during the slow passage through the Kalanhai, but that didn't stop her occasionally touching the wall to steady herself if a wave of sickness came to close. She only touched the metal of the ship once or twice, but it was more than enough to remind her of her mortality. Casually messing with Biotics too early was probably the root cause, but she'd been so bored in confinement that she was determined to test the waters.<br/><br/>A few hundred yards of walking and eventually they were at her room. It took Flo seconds to type in her door code and, with a hiss, her abode was on display. It was...immaculate and spartan, having only a couple of boxes of nick knacks on her bed to show that it was even occupied. Quickly enough it would be obvious that she'd spent all of ten minutes in here before her sickness had knocked her out. The only thing of note was a pair of framed photographs depicting groups of Turians; One was a squad of a few dozen, and the other was just three people: An older man and two smaller Turians, one of each sex. "<strong>Shit, I still have to clear the bed...</strong>" She rolled her eyes, talking mostly to herself. "<strong>I'm here now. You can leave me to tidy and sleep off this migraine.</strong>"