<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Se'Faema vas Jiko<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineering lab<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>-Internal squealing-<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella D'aix | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Through the torrid rush of disappointment and hope, in the end, Se’ was rewarded with absolute pleasure. She would recognize that voice anywhere, she understood the inflections and musical patience as if she had studied its RNA coding and scripted it herself. Chills danced beneath her suit and something low in her stomach clenched, but that ever-present voice of logical reason -the scientist’s brain- reminded her to be patient. She shouldn’t turn on her heels and throw herself at the justicar right in the middle of the room. She<em>wouldn’t</em>...<br/><br/>But it took great restraint. The quarian closed her eyes and breathed in deep, doing her best impression of a drell or a Salarian who had perfect memories. She wanted to imprint this moment in her brain forever, the elation and the pleasure of it, and even that tickling sensation of disbelief. In the horribly-good B-films she watched, this was where the woman would swoon or fall into the asari’s arms. She was certainly swooning, alright, but she understood perfectly well what the power of patience rewarded with.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, she did her best to push inquisitive curiosity into her voice.<strong>“Urgent business, you say?”</strong>It came across as a bit forced, but maybe the others who were now staring would just mistake it for nerves. Se’ began pulling at her fingers, displaying the usual cues of unease, and fidgeted before turning to face Viella more fully.<br/><br/>It wasn’t her stomach that was clenching, now. Viella had a certain ‘sternness that had the quarian curling her toes almost instantly, perhaps the only ‘tell’ that the others would be able to read. If they weren’t on the other side of her workstation that is.<br/><br/>With a nod of her head, because she really couldn’t trust her voice, Se’ moved forward and towards the justicar on mostly-steady legs.<strong>“O-of course… How can I help?”</strong><br/>