<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iliarya Maveptis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilant Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone and No one<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When the Spectre had begun speaking earlier, Iliarya had focused her attention on the Turian. She could feel the command that the woman possessed, just from the way she carried herself. Tone of voice, stance, eye contact as the Spectre made a point to look at each and every one of them. Somebody that she could very well come to respect, in time. Fera's introduction of her companions still did little to inform Iliarya on why the other Turian amongst them had reacted so violently to the old human; she was not one to keep up with the news on a daily basis. Although, now he seemed to be rather quiet after his previous outburst. Throughout, Iliarya had been rather passive, hardly showing any reactions to what the Spectre had said. Either way, it had answered none of their questions and they were still in the dark until the debriefing. During the interval, she had merely wandered about, having already finished all her business on the business on Citadel before she had boarded, even without knowing what she was getting herself into. Despite it all, Iliarya could feel a form of excitement growing inside her. She locked eyes with Stephen and upon seeing his smirk, and, in contrast with her usual poker face, returned one of her own. It was almost as if she could feel the excitement coming from<em>him</em>.<br/><br/>Now, seated within the briefing room, Iliarya's eyes scanned the hologram in front of them, arms crossed. Despite her lack of interest for general news, this particular turian's visage seemed to strike a familiar chord in her memory. Where she had seen it before, she could not quite recall, however. She listened on to Fera's telling of the past mission to hunt down the turian. Eyes flashed to the change in hologram and an eyebrow raised slightly as the graffiti contradicted what the Spectre had just stated.<br/><br/>Iliarya had no questions of her own, but the others had already posed ones that would answer some of the questioning thoughts that she had. Though she did agree with the young human female, by the name of Alice if she remembered correctly. It was quite near impossible, logically speaking, to have the person they were supposed to be alive if they claimed to have successfully killed him. Completely remaking him into a synthetic form was also a rather impossible feat to accomplish, no matter how one looked at it. Some parts, yes. All? Unlikely.<br/><br/>All in all, Iliarya could feel this becoming more than what it seemed. To an extent, she was excited, but nervous. It had been so long since she'd actually pulled a trigger... And to be using her powers again. She looked down at her hands. It was inevitable. Her skin tingled as if knowing what was coming. How often had she done similar things back on Thessia for her Matriarch? Her eyes closed and floods of memories came flashing through as she recalled all the missions she had undergone so many centuries ago. They opened again and looked over at Stephen's direction, a hint of a smile on her lips as if to say<em>"Doesn't it seem too easy?"</em>. Though it could hardly be so, given what the risks were.<br/>