<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>Also a 22 (Ac, 6s, 5s, Qs)<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/>Samantha laughed with surprised amusement upon hearing the adventures Jackiro had with the crew so far. The name Sinclair wasn’t immediately familiar to her, but she knew that once she put a face to that name she would never forget it. Everyone needed a skill; her ability to recall patients and practice good bedside manners was one of the reasons she was such a good doctor. The fact that she wasn’t against turning into an alpha herself in order to get an ornery patient to<em>listen</em>and do as they were told was another skill she had.<br/><br/>There was a certain turian mercenary who had that first-hand experience only a few hours prior and was now under quarantine in her room until her fever passed. Samantha might have been small, but life taught her at a young age how to be big and bold when it counted.<br/><br/>She drew another card, speaking as she looked at it without really<em>looking</em>at it. “I understand the necessity of having Spectres around. The universe isn’t as safe of a place as the vids like to make people believe. Not everyone wants to live a structured, ordinary life. Or, rather what most ‘civilized’ places consider ordinary, anyway. The batarians for example. Their view on slavery places that cruelty on a pedestal, stating that it is an ‘integral part of their caste system’. They’ll go to great lengths obtaining individuals of great skill, then after the target is snatched up they submit them to torture, implanting mind-control chips without so much as an anesthetic.”<br/><br/>She gestured with her card as she spoke, eyes still focussed on that far-off place as her brows furrowed. She wasn’t under the impression that Jackiro was unaware of these occurrences, Samantha was only talking out loud. Trying to find some sense of reason for what baffled and disturbed her so much.<br/><br/>She was a romantic sap at heart, a woman who longed for universal peace. But life was hard, and the universe was a cold place. She knew that having such a naive outlook and<em>believing</em>that everything would just work itself out was only believing in a lie. There was a lot of good in the galaxy, but there was also cruelty to balance it out. The natural evolution of give and take.<br/><br/>She folded her fingers, forming a loose fist, and rested her chin on it. “You have to admire someone who is capable of seeing the worst and not crack from the pressure of it. I pity him.”<br/><br/>Not that she would ever say so to his face. Sam dropped the card a few seconds later, then followed the action by showing him the rest and offering a sheepish smile. “Twenty-two. Bust.”