<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>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 21st, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Middle Deck | Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Chatting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Of all things she expected from a Krogan, she hadn't expected 'Preachy.' He had plenty of little life-lessons to offer, apparently. Lessons about how she should appreciate the bad, in order to accentuate the good; On how she shouldn't dwell on what she couldn't change, and focus on what she could; and on how she shouldn't let her Dad dictate her life. Eventually there was a big enough pause for her to speak, or so she thought. She gathered her thoughts and suddenly she was being shown the man's pictures of his family. Did...did she somehow invite this man to talk about family? When did the Eight-Hundred Pound Rhino-dude get the idea that she was suddenly fascinated by his family tree?<br/><br/>She blinked after he finished laying the song, a jingle she faintly remembered, and then shaking her head she lifted a hand to stop him saying anything else about family, or fighting, or what he did for fun. “<strong>You are...chatty. Thank you for showing me a catalogue of your family, they are all...Spirits, what do I even say here: Cute? Hot? That they look like you? Doesn't seem like I have a lot of things to reply to your Proud-Daddy speech.</strong>” She chuckled a little, turning in her seat to face him properly. “<strong>Look, I know you're super into it, but I'm not looking for a second papa. The first one does plenty well sticking his frilled prick in my business at every opportunity, thank you very much.</strong>” She slammed the drink, hissing in annoyance at its frankly awful taste. “<strong>I'm in the Galley to drink because someone died while I sat around being unwell. There's no take away from that. There's no 'I'll do better next time because I believe in me!' There's anarchy, and Chaos, and random chance which meant I did abso-fucking-lutely nothing.</strong>”<br/><br/>She was feeling the sting of emotion; something she hadn't felt in a good solid week, since she went down with her sickness. She felt like she could throw around a Krogan with her mind again, and that might was always intoxicating in how it made her feel powerful. Strong. In Control. She sucked in the recycled air through her mouth, and blew it out through her nose. “<strong>Now that we've shared stories, and you've flashed me pictures of a bunch of Asari I'd happily go 'dancing' with...</strong>” She snorted at her own joke, a little embarrassing if she wasn't worked up by Drack's little display of oversharing. “<strong>...Maybe you can give me something else to talk about. Anything else. Not Reetix, and by the Spirits, not your family. Otherwise I'll spend the next hour rating them by fuckability, and that's awkward for everyone involved. Doc's okay, right? She did good by me while I was sick, so I like her. What about the rest of the team? You can only get so much from Personnel files.</strong>”