<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/52kGPKX.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Sonon nodded his head, but just like with everything else so far, his movements were slow and almost dramatic with their exaggerations. His hands left their keyboard. One dropped beneath the table and seemed to be making awkward and lewd gestures -if it wasn’t for the fact that this was a Salarian, a race who notoriously had no real sex drive. And then the hand was moving up again, setting a rectangular box roughly the size of a palm against the table. Sonon slowly inched it across to Luus, never once looking away.<br/><br/>“I…”<em>Chew.</em>“Can’t.”<em>Chew.</em>“Stop.”<em>Chew.</em>“I.”<em>Chew.</em>“Am.”<em>Chew.</em>“Being…” and again, another<em>chew</em>. “Watched.”<br/><br/>The hand slipped beneath the table again, with more erratic reaching and fumbling to try and find a package this time. Like with the data drive, this Sonon pressed to his desk, and slowly scooted over. “Help.” Another slow chew. “Me…”<br/>