<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/GOTwWmI.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong> Te’en, Researcher<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br/></div></td><td>     </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bdfggwx.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong> Esori, Navigations<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br/><br/></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>“Well we have to give the big lug some credit,” Esori mused, once again with a wide grin stretching across her face. She seemed more open to expression than the broody, impish asari. Then again… it wouldn’t be wrong to assume that Esori didn’t bother with keeping a professional composure in the first place. Life was just too much fun to take everything too seriously. “It’s ‘mint’... quite an exhilarating flavor! I get a delightful tingling through the nose whenever I chew it.”<br/><br/>“It may have been suggested that the flavoring was there to disguise… whatever a plastic explosive<em>might</em>taste like. It is quite strong.”<br/><br/>“He didn’t believe us immediately.”<br/><br/>“Poor thing.”<br/><br/>“But then Kandok wanted in on the fun.”<br/><br/>“We’re pretty sure he didn’t<em>actually</em>tamper with the gum, Kandok isn’t that good with explosives. Missing fingers would have told us all we needed to know.”<br/><br/>“But he is pretty good at giving Salarians a hard time!” Esori turned her head to Jackiro and gave him a flirtatious wink, “Not that you would have a hard time with him, of course. I saw that mischievous glint in your eye, handsome.”<br/><br/>Te’en’s smirk grew even more devilish, almost as if it might twist and curl into itself. “Honestly, the poor dear is quite talented in his field. There is a reason he’s here, even if talking with him for more than two minutes makes you want to wring his little neck.”<br/><br/>Esori looked at Luus now, speaking in another one of her stage whispers. “He’s quite fast, slips right out of your hands.”<br/>