<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=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<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>22/12/2174CE | 12:00<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 Silver-and-black hue<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai |  Hydroponics<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Answering summons.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Rume'Zamin<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The doors to Hydroponics opened quietely at the exact strike of Midday. Jackiro looked down at his Omnitool, smiling as he examined some unknown data-string. He didn't know what to expect from this meeting with Rue, to be frank. He was aware that there might be some backlash from those who served with him on Blue Team, but that was hardly something that worried him greatly. He was confident he'd made the right choices, and he felt that the Krogan's information was useful enough to validate his every decision made.<br/><br/>“Oh, wasn't expecting open face.” He said, smiling at the pleasant Quarian woman. He immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer, scrubbing his hands and between his digits. He had brought it expecting to use it even if Rue had chosen to remain fully suited up. “Was under impression that removal of Quarian suit component risk to health. Would not do so trivially.” Truth be told, he was no expert in Quarian biology. That was other people's domain, and what Rue did with her body was ultimately her choice. He hoped she didn't get sick, though.<br/><br/>He walked beside the Quarian, keeping a space of a metre or so as he glanced past her at the many plants in the Hydroponics deck. It was a beautiful part of the ship, much more pleasant than his most recent outings, sadly. Far too much time spent in the medical sector, trying to talk with the good Doctor, or the Brig, and the problem that was their prisoners. “You wanted to talk? Here I am.” His head tilted towards her, a pleasant and calm smile on his face. Even if she intended to question him, Jackiro didn't think Rue the particularly confrontational sort. She had her right to be sceptical, and he hoped she'd allow him to explain his thought process.