<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>[/font]  Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Bartering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>There was a moment, a twinge that Malcolm would no doubt notice, when Florinthia was stuck in a sort of...crossroads. It happened near the end of his ludicrous display of 'Prodding-the-Thresher-Maw' when he withdrew the bottle of water from her grasp and demanded a handshake as payment.  It was her eyes that made it obvious. They were predatory at the best of times, as Turian eyes so often looked to those species who didn't call Paloven home. The exoskeletal chitin that formed her brow furrowed, and her yellow irises seemed to shrink down to knife slits as she stabbed daggers into this human's hand with her gaze.<br/><br/>For a moment, there would be a haze of biotic cloud forming around the Turian, as she thought about the many ways she could brute force her way through this situation. Thoughts of ripping the bottle out of his hand, or just crushing the bottle in his grasp, they were tempting...but ultimately too far on the 'psychopathic' end of the spectrum. Turian-Human relations were already shaky; it wouldn't do any good for stories about some crazy Turian bitch causing havoc on a ship to save humans starting to spread, now would it? That would be an indignation too far. A failure of the Turian Spirit, and a defeat too much.<br/><br/>So instead, Flo stood up. She moved slowly up from the seat, unravelling and stretching to her full Six-foot-plus of height, and pressed her chest against the human in front of her. She was no busty Asari, and probably gave away her willowy form, but it would let her stare very closely into Malcolm's eyes, and let him see the annoyance building...<br/><br/>...as well as maybe the tiniest spark of respect.<br/><br/>She reached out, taking his hand with one taloned three-digit grip and not actually shaking it. Her nails were sharp, but not aggressively digging into Flesh or Steel. If she had something to say about his prosthetic, she clearly didn't care to broach the subject. With her other hand, she reached for the water bottle, gripping it by the cap, she tugged it lightly, trying not to rip it out of his hand and instead assuming he'd give her the prize she'd won by giving into his demand. “<strong>You are a braver man than most. Braver, or stupider. Maybe we'll find out when I'm feeling more...<em>'robust.'</em>'</strong>There was a hint of teasing mockery in the last word; although whether she was mocking him, or herself, it was hard to tell. Instead she tried to just brush past him and go towards the spot she'd collapsed so she could scoop up her data pad. Her last two orders were for a Quarian named Coaf, who'd ordered additional Omni-Gel for a couple of munitions upgrades, and an Asari who'd supposedly asked for the supplies to make alterations to one of the security cameras; which had a poor vantage point due to an outstretched door.<br/><br/>...She blinked once at the name, reading it, and then scoffing. Viella D'aix must have been a more common name than she knew in Asari culture, because it sounded just like one of the feature ladies in the Publications of Justicar Heroes she read...<br/><br/>That brief moment of surprise gone, she turned back to Malcolm, pivoting on her foot and trying not to look too annoyed, despite her resting bitch face. “<strong>Are you coming, or not?</strong>”