<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<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>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Can’t sleep<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacki | Closed<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>At this hour, the mess hall was abandoned and the lights were on low power, creating a dim atmosphere which she found to be soothing against her headache. Both legs were pulled up onto Samantha’s seat with her, giving her chin a comfortable place to rest as she casually sipped her tea and scrolled through her digital reports.<br/><br/>There were the updated lab results from tissue samples taken from the victims to browse through, although it was clear that there hadn’t been any significant changes. Toxicology reports implemented no new data or plan of attack, and even asking the council to run a report of previous Batarian bio-engineered medical advancements left her with an amassed about of ‘useless’ information. Just in case, she would forward the reports to their bio-engineering expert down at the bottom level. Sam added the reminder to her V.I so that she wouldn’t accidentally wake the quarian up if she had managed to sleep at this hour.<br/><br/>Sam sighed and rubbed her hands across her face a few times, stuck in that nauseating middle-ground of exhausted, and wide awake. The first few nights on a ship were always like this, but between the power of caffeine and busy distractions, it wasn’t all bad. She certainly had enough to work on, but the human felt as if she did her best work in quiet, open areas with a good view. Not the stark, enclosed clinics that smelled of antiseptics and cleaning agents. At least not when she was supposed to be trying to come up with a cure for a mostly-unknown virus.<br/><br/>With her hands sliding away from her face, Samantha moved them to the back of her neck and squeezed, trying to coax her muscles out of their tense rigidity. Whenever they got back to the Citadel, time allowing, she was desperate for a massage. For now… she would have to settle with some quiet and tea. She idly wondered if the drell had managed to hide away all the snacks -and if it would be breaking any rules if she were to go and search for them. There were rumors that there were Cheetos on board, and the last time she had those had been back on Shanxi,<em>before</em>everything went to hell. With that thought and the need for a distraction, Samantha slid out of her chair and stretched some more, deciding that a snack was exactly what she needed.<br/>