<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Pilot<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black & gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Oooo...Snacks!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"Oh, yeah, Adora was fine!  There was just a lot of 'Heavy sarcasm, thrown any friends into the all lately, Jay?' and 'Icy reception, Hello, Jay, my back is feeling better, not that you asked, derisive snort.'  You know, that sort of stuff."  Grinning, Jay offered her bag of cheesy puffs out to Namir, even as she reached with her free hand to pick up the ration bar.  After giving it a sniff, she took a small bite and blinked, slowly she chewed and rolled it over her tongue, brow furrowed as she tried to figure out the flavor.  "Is buttermilk and...apple?...a common human flavor combination?  I've never had anything that tastes quite like that.  Normally I enjoy new experiences, but I think that one could have been skipped."  She snickered and sipped her drink, looking back to Sink and poking her tongue out at him.<br/><br/>"I'm way more fun than her, thank you very much!  I am the pilot, and I'd make a terrible spy.  I suck at lying and can't even manage to be quiet when I'm knocked out."  She didn't bother explaining how exactly she knew that, since he started showing off and she had something intriguing to look at.  Bending closer, she watched his hand do its thing, eyes wide and her lips parted as she breathed soft 'ooo' and 'woooah' sounds at all the little tools.  His middle finger malfunctioning made her snort and pop up, smirking at him.  "Prolly just worn out from overuse, that one."<br/><br/>She mixed him up a drink, making sure to add the rum with a heavy hand, then sipped her own drink again.  "Did you guys get briefed on the mission like we did?  Gnarly images and all?"