<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Viella D'aix<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Gym Talk<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Kal'Solon<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>"I had an...enthusiasm for combat, yes. And could be brutal when angered." That much hadn't changed completely over the years, but her fuse was lengthened substantially; so much so that it wouldn't be worth mentioning if she'd wanted to.<br/><br/>She found a thin mat to lay out, then lied back, placing hands behind her head and bending her legs at the knee. Then, she began her sit ups, taking them with a vigor and disciplined form. When he asked about her family, she paused before giving her answer, a smile coming to her face as she spoke between breaths. "He's younger. And we are not drifted apart, per se. I practically raised him. Our time apart is nothing."<br/><br/>With his questions answered, she offered him questions, pausing to rest as she spoke. "And what of your sister? Do you two get along?"