<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bottom Deck | Near Decontamination --> Elevator entrance<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Hmmm...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>For a brief moment, she felt a glimmer of triumph. The hint of something delicious and victorious. She'd noticed the hard swallow, and the shift of his footing. He was nervous. Nerves was good. She was going for nerves. It was probably some animal instinct and nothing more than that, but the imagination that she'd managed to worm into his mind did wonders for her ego. She smirked slightly, but said nothing more.<br/><br/>Upon his mentioning of it, though the Turian's talons retracted from his chest, suddenly realising that her ego-stroking victory might have been a little premature a call. He was calling her out on the touch she hadn't even recognised as happening, and instantly she found her mandibles clicking in annoyance. When had she got comfortable enough to get 'touchy' with this human? It wasn't exactly a declaration of intent or anything, but he was right that she'd been reluctant before. “<strong>I didn't realise being prodded in the chest was 'comfort' in human society. Must be very confusing for your womenfolk.</strong>” She tried to blow off his comment, acting like he'd been wrong by throwing it off with jibes and jests. When she realised how vapid and inconsequential a deflection it really was, she decided to change tact. Sometimes the stick, sometimes the carrot. “<strong>Besides, things change quickly. I do not want to touch every faceless person I meet. Before, you were no one. Someone I had to query and then get on with my day. Now, you are someone. You are competent enough not to be forgettable.</strong>”<br/><br/>She was about to start walking when he dropped his last little bombshell in the final line. Her brows furrowed. She'd allowed him to get so comfortable around her that he was talking about beds in a pointed jab at her own comment. She shifted and faced him, slouching a little as she crossed her arms over her chest. The spiky limbs hefted her bust slightly, not that she was nearly as well endowed as others on this ship. Samantha alone had enough size on her chest to shame a Turian sisterhood...<br/><br/>“<strong>If you requisitioned a bed, I'd ask what happened to your last one...and remind you that we don't have an infinite budget to <em>bounce</em> around.</strong>” In a slightly more juvenile display than she might admit, Flo  rolled her eyes at him and turned to start walking in the direction of the elevator. Her arms had uncrossed and she was slightly more animated now, her hands having a habit of 'talking' as she did, moving to emphasise whatever she was saying. Thankfully she had resisted the urge to mime the motion for bouncing on a bed. “<strong>You'd probably have to find someone to shack up with until we reach the next sizable station. Don't think there are many Bed stores in the Terminus Sector.</strong>” She giggled a little at that last one, enjoying the thought of him having to awkwardly knock on some co-worker's door in case his bed broke. She'd mostly let the flirting fall flat, trying to maintain a barrier of professionalism after realising her over-ease with Malcolm. Little did she know that while she wasn't actively flirting now, she was easily falling victim to the charms of his rather disarming charm. He wasn't the typical military man, which probably did a lot of good for his chances.<br/><br/>When they reached the elevator, she pressed it and waited for it to get to them. Finally she turned to face him again, deciding to break the ice in an entirely different way. “<strong>So...How did you get the prosthetic?</strong>” She wasn't subtle, but she was straight to the point. Better sorry than silent.