<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Salarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Infiltration Expert, STG<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=tinysrgb&w=1000&h=1400&fit=crop&dpr=2&s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Refuelling the Midnight Express.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Samantha | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“Do not believe I have much knowledge of 'Tarot'. Should tell me more while I deal.” He started to perform a few shuffle tricks, well practiced and well honed by a man who clearly obsessed over whatever new craze or interest piqued his curiosity. “Was thinking Pontoon. Keep it nice and simple. Like Blackjack, but without dealer.” He eventually finished shuffling and put the deck of cards on the table between them, indicating towards it and offering her a chance to cut, shuffle, or simply leave it.<br/><br/>“Curious about your thoughts on Crew. Have met several individuals thus far; fascinating dynamic. Multicultural nature of group is particularly interesting, if you ask me. Spectre Arcus will struggle to keep control, I imagine.” He took the deck from wherever it was; either her hands or the table, and then dealt the both of them two cards: One face up, and one face down. His face up card was a 3 of Clubs, while her first card was 6 of Spades. He glanced at his unrevealed card without showing her, and saw it was a 9 of Hearts. Twelve was a solid average, although any face card killed him. “You know the rules, I assume?” He waited for her to confirm it before he drew his first card. Pontoon was basically Blackjack with secret hands. It was harder to read what your opponent was doing, like a Dealer would, and it made it a little more casual and unpredictable.<br/><br/>Truth be told, he mostly asked her about her thoughts to try and see if he might wrangle any additional information out of her. No doubt a talented medical mind with military training would have some connection to the Alliance. What was their thoughts on this mission? Were they hoping to use it to ingratiate the Council and have something to hold over them? Were they outraged and incensed by the risk on Human life? Had they made any comments on the potential threats to Drell, Salarian, and other fringe races who might be susceptible to this fungal infection? Questions upon questions. It was very curious, but he didn't want to just bluntly say it, and potentially stress out the ship's doctor; that would be downright rude!