<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 21st, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Middle Deck | Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Chatting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack, Luus [M], Rue [M]<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>She wasn't expecting...Well she didn't know what she expected from the Krogan. Flo was not really often in the position to sit down and have a chat with Krogans. Part of her Kabal's modus operandi was quick, quiet, and calamatous. If they were sent to deal with a Krogan these days, it was normally to explode them, or to infiltrate them and whatever Person of Interest they were guarding. The longest conversation she'd had with one of their kind was on an awkward shuttleride back from a kidnapping of a Volus merchant. They'd talked about Varren Racing, of all things. He had a thing for betting on Varren races...<br/><br/>“<strong>Let me be frank, Jorgal; Turian culture isn't much for chatty, or even flirty. Spirits, they barely know how to do fun.  Having someone trying to hook me up with their Asari offspring is flattering...it's also waaaay outside of my normal wheelhouse.</strong>” She somehow felt a little awkward about having shot the man down, considering that the Asari were pretty damn good looking. Softer than she normally went for, but sometimes soft was fun for a change.<br/><br/>Mercifully, chat moved onto the teams. Sans a Salarian who didn't get a name – Although from what Flo understood that only left one viable option in the STG operative – he seemed to be generally either positive or affectionate. Somehow he got back to flirting on two of the girls behalves, and honestly she wasn't sure if this was some default of the Krogan as a species, or just Drack. You'd think the chemically castrated race wouldn't be so damn horny. “<strong>...Wait, did you say Luus? Luus Remril, the old Dinosaur's squadmate?</strong>” She'd heard about the Once-upon-a-time Cabalite. She was pretty sure her Kabalim was once in his Cabal back in the wars. Spoke highly of him, even if others considering his exodus from Turian society as 'shameful.' “<strong>My Boss speaks highly of him. Might have to see if he holds up to the old stories.</strong>”<br/><br/>Ignoring Jay for the moment – having been shown enough pictures of pretty Asari for now – Flo focused in on the Quarian. Sink, Namir, Maxine, they were just more humans to clash against. They were puzzle pieces she'd either fit snugly against, or not fit in with. The Quarian though, that was something unusual and worthy of pressing about. “<strong>Tender and reserved; makes sense for a Quarian. At least she'll eat the same food as me.</strong>” The Dextro-Amino gap was always an awkward one, but a problem the two would share.<br/><br/>Not wanting to broach the subject of the Salarian, she decided to change the subject a little. “<strong>So how does a Krogan Merc who likes headbutting people, drinking too much of that Ryncol crap, and who's apparently a family man end up on the Kalanhai? From what I've seen thus far, it's a pretty bizarre squad. Can't imagine you having big links with the Alliance, or the Citadel. It's...curious, if nothing else.</strong>” Unlike the Krogan, she didn't rush towards another drink. Her drinking was a mediocre distraction, but now the Krogan was doing that. He might have been more of a car-crash sort of distraction, because he seemingly just crashed through conversation, but still. Distractions are distractions.