<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Odrinne Keas<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Adept Freelancer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Hold<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Training<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"Is that so?"  It was a weak comeback, but the mental capacity she would normally be using on her pithy quips was being focused more heavily on avoiding the crates he kept throwing her way.  She leapt over the sideways stack with a hissed curse, the tip of one foot clipping it just enough to trip her up and turn her agile leap into a not-so- stunning roll.<br/><br/>Even so, she had enough wherewithal to end up back on her feet, just a couple of feet from Luus and with a grin on her lips.  Damn him, she knew he'd read the pleasure on her face, glad that he was on the mission if only because there was never a dull moment with the turian around.  It made the waiting less tedious and training more like playing a game.  But, still...the bastard was already cocky enough and she was loathed to inflate his head even more.<br/><br/>To that end, trying to distract from what she knew was the obvious enjoyment on her face, she flicked her gaze behind him just as she lifted her hand, hoping to feint him into thinking the next attack was coming up from behind long enough to actually catch him with a small case from the left.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure self-gratification counts for a ringing endorsement of your sexual prowess, Lucy."