<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aPpagoC.jpg?1)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Lia'Manah vas Alarei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725723#msg15725723)<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>Scientist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black environmental suit with white shawl<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Citadel Station, Presidium<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Arrival<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Everyone<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The second person to arrive in the private lounge on the Presidium was probably the single most unexpected alien to arrive, since at least some diplomats were known to have Krogan bodyguards. Clad in a black environmental suit with a white shawl wrapped her was a short, but athletic, Quarian of all things. The tell-tale shimmer of her omni-tool communications cutting out sounded as she stepped into the room, practically buzzing with excitement as she made a beeline for the Turian councilor.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah! Councilor Sparatus, congratulations on your promotion. Understand that it has been a while, but it is good manners none-the-less. Councilor Penin and Sur'Kesh Biologics should have sent over my credentials, yes? If not I have copies of records."</strong><br/><br/>Seeing a Quarian on the Presidium was rare enough, let along one that spoke rapid-fire like a Salarian, and apparently had picked up Salarian body language. At least until she abruptly snapped into Turian military stance.<br/><br/><strong>"Looking forward to assisting in any way necessary!"</strong><br/><br/>For a nearly thirty-year-old woman, she had the energy of a teenager preparing for her Pilgrimage. If it wasn't for the fact that she had apparently come highly recommended by a member of the Citadel Council she likely would've been turned away at the door. It might have been a touch rude, but when one was presented with a member of the Citadel Council, it was probably best to greet them before interacting with anyone else inside. Probably.