<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/S3DdpL3.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Zira’Veesar vas Jaepal<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Weapons Engineer<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>Personal quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Just some light unpacking… nothing to see here.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Nito Haon | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>Say his name three times, and Nito will appear. She didn’t fully understand the meaning of that saying, having picked it up from a human at an alliance docking station, but it came to mind now when there was a gentle rapping at her door. If Zira’s heart wasn’t hammering with excitement before, it certainly was making up for the lost time.<br/><br/>The handsome face that popped into her room was a welcome sight, and it took measurable restraint to keep herself from launching forward and throwing her arms around the drell that very instant. Pride restrained her, but so did the delicious tension that buzzed through her veins and filled every muscle fiber within the quarian’s bodysuit.<br/><br/>He was sorry that he was late. Spectres were to blame. Nito had locked the door. She<em>loved</em>it when he locked the door.<br/><br/>He couldn’t see it through her mask, but Zira’s brow rose and an amused smile spread across her face. It was through an ingrained habit that she forced the inflection into her voice, lilting it with humor and mirth. “A spectre? Keeping<em>you</em>trapped in Hydroponics? I’ve seen you move when you have particular intentions on the mind, Nito. I still have that recording of an elcor throwing himself out of your way.”<br/><br/>Zira squeezed his hands, once again delighting in the euphoric presence of anticipation and want. Then she stepped closer because she couldn’t help herself, running the fingers of one hand pulled free from his clutch only so that it might wander up along the side of his arm. Drell had the most fascinating eyes.<br/><br/>“Everything is taken care of. This entire room has been wiped down with so many antibacterial sprays and chemicals that I had to replace some of my air filters once they clogged from the aerosol.” She paused a beat, the hand moving up his arm now cupping the side of his neck. “Help me with the clasps.”<br/>