<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mechanic<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>(hopefully) making friends<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Mary-Ann| Sam| Jay<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Truth be told Rue had been quite uncertain of what her experience would reveal on Kalanhai, logically of course was the name sake of their trusted mission and the potential perils that would along with it, the inherent danger and fallout that was on the horizon should they not be successful in staving off further losses of those afflicted. Time was of the essence as was every working cog within the instructed crew recruited needing to be at their very best in order for the overall success, a tribute that aligned so easily with the bred in inherency that she knew to be her own species and their own collective goal; so when an email was filtered through to ping across her inner screen, Rue was dumbfounded. At least at first. With a vast majority of time spent in order to work towards the endless cycle or scavenge, decontaminate, and survival, any means of what could be considered down time was ultimately a strange concept that even as the light sound of her footsteps rang out from the hall the quarian felt herself struggling with the idea of such. It was a mix of both curiosity and Min's own suggestion to be better acquainted with her fellow crew mates that ultimately drove Rue towards the mess hall, knowing that as imperative as their mission was, trust and loyalty of those around herself would only give further echo of a singularity come to battle rather than simply a rag tag team.<br/><br/>That still didn't make the situation that any less  awkward in feeling to Rue she had to admit, considering how her first meeting on the ship had resulted in her headbutting poor Nello. It was perhaps that reason alone she felt more keen to make a better standing and forgo her trademark helmet in order to appear more approachable, and not bash anyone else, the immune boosters only adding to some of the already frantic fluttering her stomach was currently in but she managed it enough to grit through. In a way it was somewhat freeing to feel the light chill of the ship's air lightly tickle across her sensitive cheeks, Min's constant bagging would only partially be missed, but to Rue in a strange way it also felt accepting of her role among her current crew. With the turbulent departure from her birth ship after the imposed quarantine the quarian had felt pushed aside by her own clan emotionally, her pilgrimage as well as their mission becoming a rite but clearly unable to fully erase the wounds left behind a being so used to unity. Perhaps here now, she could begin to reclaim a new unit to find herself accepted within; at least Rue hoped.<br/><br/>Nervousness and uncertainty aside Rue also looked forward to meeting actual humans face to face in such a casual manner, the thought driving her forward with a quickened stride as she attempted to force a smile to her lavender features rather than the neutral expression that was largely never seen beneath her mask. She only hoped it didn't look as trying too hard or too off putting as a few minutes of practice left her a bit anxious about it, large ivory pools leaving little to gauge from had she not the right convey of facial expressions to go with it.<br/><br/>Rounding the corner (far slower than she had previously) Rue felt herself stiffen for a brief moment in spotting two seemingly humans seated at a nearby table, a cute blonde who's bright blues almost rivaled an Asari's complexion, and a pixie like brunette who looked every part of long forgotten stories of what Rue suspected were fantasies? That was a genre wasn't it? Prickling to attention she'd lightly muss through the short tresses of ebony with her bare fingers nervously, tucking a longer strand behind the slant of her ear as she approached the women wearing only the smallest of smiles. "Is this the meeting discussed within the email sent to me? I very much look forward to our acquaintanceship, I am Rume'Zamin nar Folazi." Rue cooed respectfully enough as she approached, finding herself standing rather than sitting at least until she was invited to do so, a small part of herself fearful she had wandered upon a different meeting entirely and was interrupting. Despite this though she felt her smile curl a bit more honestly than the practiced mannerisms within her room, arms folded behind herself casually enough as she studied the delightful pair.