<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/>Florintha was a little surprised by the direction he took the retort. He called her out threefold, and dropped more than a little bit of the game in order to just flat out compliment her. It was enough to leave her stunned for a moment, before she cleared her throat and rolled her eyes at him calling it some 'lovely perk.' to be around her. He was a flatterer, if nothing else. It was always nice to be flattered from time-to-time, but there was still an element of uncertainty about it for her. She didn't really know if there was some angle here, as her mind initially suspected, but speaking with Malcolm made it seem he wasn't that sort of personality. She just ended up saying one word to summarise his trifold analysis. “<strong>Charming...</strong>”<br/><br/>To be fair, she wasn't lying. She also wasn't going to make it easy for anyone to crawl into her bunk. In Flo's mind, she'd make that choice for herself later. It wasn't a no though.<br/><br/>The brief bit of seriousness about Mindoir was enough to remind the Turian once more of her loathing for the Batarians, and made her face briefly contort into a sort of pitiful frown. He had a lot of pent up emotion about Mindoir, but his reasoning for why he became an Engineer didn't sit pretty with her. It perhaps struck a little too close to home, in fact. “<strong>Was it what you wanted? To be an Engineer, I mean. I'm sure your work is vital, but it isn't what motivated you at first. Was it your choice, or your mommas?</strong>” She paused briefly, trying to read the man's answer and judge him for what came out of his mouth next. Turian society encouraged self-sacrifice and working for the betterment of the group. It was the attitude that had her forced away from her real life's work, and into the Cabal. It was what had denied her the right to seek out the Spectre Status she'd wanted. She hated the idea of having to give up her life to make someone else happy, and the thought it happened to others made her carapace itch.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the elevator, realising they were actually on the middle floor now....She sort of hovered by the elevator, subconsciously reluctant to head to her room just yet. “<strong>Tell you what; I'm an awful shot nowadays. Gotten too used to using Biotics in a battle to need to practice trigger discipline. How about you and I go shooting at some point? The Biotic and the Engineer, practicing unused skills. I should be ready in a couple days. Give you a chance to make some loud noises with me, and not talk about shitty pasts. Been a while since I took a pretty boy on a date.</strong>” She chuckled a little, smirking at the idea of flirting a bit more openly now that she had grown more comfortable. He'd opened up to her, and that took guts. She liked a bit of spunk from a man.