<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/1q26kfsme4ry.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Zelgraviana "Zel" Belstris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15963094#msg15963094)<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>Chemist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>A rather dingy, dark blue version of this (https://i2.wp.com/i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/dacaz/4th%20Quarter%202012/DSCN9339.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Calm after the storm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Galeus (mentioned), Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Once the firefight was over, Zel took a quick appraisal of herself, to make sure she wasn't injured.<em>I got lucky. Let myself be caught in a situation where I couldn't do anything but hide and hope. Not exactly ideal.</em><br/><br/>And then the order came from the turian who arrived.<em>Oh, boy. This guy sounds like he'll be a lot of fun. Just a completely relaxed turian.</em>Sighing softly, Zel sprinted back to her lab, gathering up the bags she had previously left behind before immediately making her way to the ship as Galeus had instructed. She had a feeling that this was the last chance she was going to have to get those bags, and she was not about to let herself get caught without them again.<br/><br/>As she made her way to the ship, the three bags hanging loosely over her lab coat, she glanced around at the others. Doctor Sam seemed to be in decent hands...if not spirits, given how she was addressing the turian Spectre. At least, he seemed to act with the authority of one, and given that she'd heard that the Council was getting involved with the quarantine situation, it only made sense that they'd send down a Spectre. Out of the three choices on offer, she'd be more than happy to take Option A. She didn't need a quarantine, and...well, spending time in the brig sounded like she had done something wrong. Criminally, that is, not simply negligence. Besides, there was no lab in the brig. Hopefully, there was one on the ship. It had been a while since she hadn't needed to jury-rig a lab up. Or at least, it felt that way to her.