<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: Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) </span></strong><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> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>The fall.<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/>“<strong>If you try to carry me to the Medbay I will bite you and-</strong>” Her instinctive gut reaction, combined with the way her body coiled and expanded like an agitated cat was probably not the best of showings from an overly stressed out woman, but after catching herself and forcing herself to inhale sharply – which had her catching the pleasant scent of cinnamon coming off of him – she righted herself. “<strong>Sorry I...I just-</strong>” She sighed again, frustration in her every movement, even as she started to retract some of the on-edge talons and spiky-bits that had flexed in reaction to her moment of hesitant, indignant embarrassment. “<strong>I just got off of bedrest. There's a stack of about a dozen requisition requests, and I've spent the last three days lying in a bed. Too much to do, not enough time to be tied down by an angry human woman.</strong>”<br/><br/>She thought about trying to get up herself, but instead she offered him a hand to grab. “<strong>You have some teeth I see. Maybe it was a little...unfair to call it a hobby. I suppose I find it unusual that you're doing this sort of work...well...here. Not exactly the space I'd use for making microadjustments to Biotic Implants. That's more...lab work, in my head.</strong>” She was giving him the chance to heft her up because it might make him feel a bit better, and alleviate the idea that she needed to go to the Medbay. She was not going to be slapped in a bed again. That was a disgrace too far for her! "<strong>Just...don't mention this. Ever. The Human Doctor will be talking my ear off if she hears about this. Just a five minute sit-down and I'll be fine.</strong>"