<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. Playing Pontoon, with a 15 (AoC, 3oH, 2oC, 9oS )<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/>Whether he believed her not was hard to read. The bluff of her cards, her familiar self-depricating dismissal of her being supposedly 'boring', or her dismissal of her own resolve likely leading to the saving of human – and potentially other species – life. “You do self discredit. Is also not very sporting to steal other person's line; thought<em>I</em>was the boring one?” He chuckled again, scooping up the dealt card. The Nine of Spades was a...complicated draw. It pushed him up to 15, which meant he had an even less enviable position than last round – and no backup in the form of the ace. He was trying to examine the woman opposite him. Was she bluffing? Was her previous 22 a sign of bad luck, and this was another sign of that? Was she sitting on a lower triple? He quickly did the math in his head; If he was looking for a 21 or lower, he needed a 6 or below. He already had an Ace, and a pair of lower cards, which knocked his chances out even lower still.<br/><br/>“Believe I will call as well. Secretly am using this as opportunity to see how good humans are at quick computation and bluffing. Odds stacked against me with this hand, but might have gotten lucky. Don't tell others who join poker game. Hoping to fleece Luus.” He flipped over his four cards, revealing the Ace, the three, the two, and finally the recently pulled Nine. Fifteen wasn't anything to write home about, but it wasn't a bust.<br/><br/>“Have never tried Yoga. Spirituality seems more Turian than Human, while focus on flexibility seems subtly more Asari. Involves far too much sitting still for Salarian I fear.” He chuckled, waiting for her to flip the cards and indicating he was ready for a third hand – or as many as she wanted to deal before she was ready to go to sleep. He had coffee, and an interesting distraction; that was more than enough to stave off tiredness for him. “Still, two-out-of-three Council Races ticked off is not bad. Maybe could teach classes? Could make you Extranet sensation, as well as leading human expert in Xenobiology.” He shrugged, imagining that some of the members of the crew might attend for the theatricals of it alone; Luus and Esori coming to mind.