<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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>Engineering Gimp<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>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Hobby!  She called it a hobby!?  Malcolm winced at the term being applied to what<em>he</em>considered very important work.  After all, if it weren't for people like him, then biotic amps would never have been invented, and no one got anywhere by just accepting the way things were done and not bothering to envision how they might be better.  That was his goal with all of his projects.  Striving to improve the amps and upgrades, to find new uses for them, to increase their potential, and eliminate the flaws in the designs.  Everything could be improved, after all...nothing was perfect.<br/><br/>His dismay at having his work disparaged was swiftly squashed when she suddenly went blank-faced and before he could grab her, she was down on the floor.  Dropping to his knees, brow furrowing with concern, he reached out to grab her shoulder as she pushed herself up on one arm.  "Shit, I should have offered you a chair.  Wait...you're sick?  Why are you..."<br/><br/>He frowned at her, torn between concern for her health and safety, and the urge to scold her for working while she was clearly not feeling well.  Sure,<em>this</em>time she didn't seem much the worse for wear from fainting, but she could have struck her head when she fell or tumbled down the stairs if she lost consciousness at the wrong time.<br/><br/>"Look, why don't you let me carry you back to the medbay, and then...if you<em>really</em>need to have these req reviews done, I can help you out.  So far they haven't needed me too much in here, and keeping you safe seems more pressing than fiddling with my<em>hobby</em>, as you put it."  He'd debated with himself over whether to even ask about carrying her back to where she clearly belonged but decided that she was probably the type to fight being manhandled against her will.  And while he could take it, he didn't want to drop her and risk further injury.