<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962167#msg15962167)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor / Xeno-biologist<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>This, but probably little ripped and wrinkled by now. (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>You’re an asshole.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Galeaus | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Hearing the accusation that she was somehow responsible for this mess -or at least a suspect- prickled at her nerves and tested her self control. She was able to swallow her rebuttals and let the words hang in the air like a rank smell, something that might threaten to make her eyes water but never actually succeeded in it. She knew how to shrug these things off and keep her focus on things that were important. Galeaus was something of an ass, very much the turian authority that caused her to tense and actively fight off memories better left suppressed. Insult Sam and she’d shrug it off, but insult any of her friends… That wasn’t something she seemed capable of doing. Especially now, after all they’ve done.<br/><br/>The doctor took one step forward and poked a bruised, angry finger against the spectre’s chest armor. The fact that she had to crane her head up to look at his face was overlooked by the amount of barely contained rage she kept under wraps. She was practically shaking with it, and while her volume was raised for her, it barely surpassed a conversational tone.<br/><br/>“Drack is my friend, and he has been for some time. Insult me and my character all you like, Spectre, but show him a little more respect. In fact, you could extend the courtesy to the other mercenaries as well! That ‘trigger happy Batarian’ is named Jarv, and he’s the reason those civilians over there are still alive.” She was done with the finger poking, but not with making her actual point. Samantha dropped her hand from the turian’s chest and was forced to coil her fingers into a fist so she didn’t flail them about in her anger. “And Luus was rescuing civilians even before I hired him -but I don’t suppose any of that matters to you, does it? You prefer your narrative.”<br/><br/><em>This isn’t worth the energy, and you know crawling under his skin is going to hinder you more than help you.</em><br/><br/>She did. But slights and bitter words pointed towards the people who worked so damn hard to get this foothold was insulting. She couldn’t decide what it was saying the loudest; how poorly the spectre looked down on mercenaries as a whole, or how close to her breaking point she must have been for using Galeaus as an outlet. The smart thing, the thing she knew she needed to do was to close her mouth and walk away. But four days without sleep and a heavy reliance on chemicals to keep it that way did a number on her self control.<br/><br/>She wanted to defend Ashton next, explain to the spectre that the other human was an N7 -the turian equivalent to a Blackwatch soldier- but that felt too much like a ‘my father is bigger than your father’ sort of argument. She was tired and cranky, sure… but even that felt childish.<br/><br/>Reason won in the end, and Samantha stepped away from the spectre despite how badly she wanted to curse at him some more. There was work that needed to be done, stalling for the sake of a spitting contest wouldn’t help anyone. So with a few flicks of her fingers she pulled her omni-tool and the list of accounts she paid in full for the mercenaries she hired. Another flick of her hand and the orange glow of the screen winked out of existence. “You have no idea how bad things are, what they've had to go through. Don't you dare discount them as trash or belittle the like that again. I know my job, spectre, and I’ll get it done. But maybe once we’ve taken our showers you should follow suit; that authoritative bullshit you’re coated in stinks, and it certainly isn’t doing you any favors.”<br/><br/>Alright, so maybe her self control had a relapse in judgement for a little while. But Samantha had to admit it felt a little good, even if she was now inwardly scolding herself for the childishness of it all, moving away to join the others and to get the rest of this mess sorted.