<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<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Blue-and-white variant<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Room 15<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Nerding out with the Engineer.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Sink<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Truth be told, 'Brewskies' and Comedy Skits weren't something that interested the Salarian much. He'd sampled enough of human culture in his time to be at least knowledgeable of their arts; if not an expert in any of them other than literature. He'd watched recordings of Stand-up routines, and he found them wanting. To him, at least, it was the equivalent of junk food. He'd taken his sampling, and he'd enjoyed the concept well enough, but the idea brought him little excitement. Similarly he was not interested in alcohol right now as it would lower his cognitive ability and slow down his ability to manoeuvre and hamper his manual dexterity.<br/><br/>...Which, it slowly dawned on Jackiro, was the point. Slow him down, observe his work, perhaps copy it later...<br/><br/>Jacki wasn't sure if he was meant to be flattered or furious at the manipulative attempt to hamper him; his mind being as quick as it was he managed to flick between both for a few nanoseconds before settling, finally, on neither. He'd have preferred a more direct request, but the intent wasn't particularly malicious. He'd have been actually furious if it was a more long-term impediment, but for just the hour or so? He'd let it go. Helping Sink was useful for the mission, after all. It always came back to the mission.<br/><br/>Always.<br/><br/>So, with that in mind, he intentionally slowed himself down. Jokes were generally structured in predictable enough ways, and so he watched the first two or three minutes of the skit, then laughed along when it seemed appropriate to hit the punchline, based on tone and delivery alone. He wasn't always right, and if Jacob was smart enough he'd notice at some point, but his work was intentionally easy enough to follow...at least by Salarian standards. No doubt Sink would still struggle to keep up if he wasn't paying complete attention.<br/><br/>When all was said and done, Jackiro returned the man's module to him and leaned back to observe as Jacob did his thing. He mimicked the countdown with nods, bobbing his head at each called out number. When the cloak worked, the Salarian smiled, clapping enthusiastically. "Excellent. Glad to see process successful. Can safely say you look positively not-there."