<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962167#msg15962167)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor / Xeno-biologist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>This, but probably little ripped and wrinkled by now. (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>How hot is the stove? Checking for burns.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack | Galeaus | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Her legs were a little unsteady when they touched the ground, but the doctor gave an appreciative pat against the krogan’s arm none-the-less. Despite the dull ache in her ribs she was relatively unharmed, all thanks to the big-guy who swept in when it mattered most and kept her in one piece. It wasn’t her first time being in the middle of a fight, but she wasn’t under the illusion that she would have been able to hold her own against a paid professional. Even the salarian. There was more than one reason she settled into the medical profession; the woman was simply not violent, even if she understood it's purpose.<br/><br/>Sam needed a few seconds to settle her thoughts and adjust to the sudden shift of momentum as chaos and violence came to a screeching halt, but Samantha only received the time it took for the intimidating spectre to stalk across the platform and reach them. She was just relieved once Galeaus decided to holster his rifle and free his hands. She wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t try to pull the trigger on any one of her friends should the ‘need’ arise.<em>Is that really a fair assumption? Or is it because you're dealing with 'military authority' again?</em><br/><br/>Unconsciously though, even as she was making the connection, she was already moving to intercept the spectre and place herself between Drack and Jarv. As if an unarmed, untrained human had any chance of protecting very capable mercenaries that were constructed from some of the most dangerous DNA in the universe. She was protective even if she knew the turian could turn her into a red paste on the ground. Was it wasted effort or deeply rooted mechanics from past experience? Now was a good time to shuffle her feet and bashfully look away from the turian who was<em>clearly</em>not an admin. She was starting to regret her cursing out the Council for being ‘cheap assholes’… even if she meant every word of it.<br/><br/>“Uh-” And that was all the damn turian was willing to hear. Now that he had said his piece, Galeaus departed with a frustrating dismissal and a rather uncomfortable job assigned to the human. Sam winced and looked over at Drack, but chose to exhale her frustration out through her nose just in case turians had better hearing than she thought. Was is possible for the day to get more frustrating?<br/><br/>Samantha narrowed her eyes and balled her hands into fists, muttering to herself. “Now I see why Ash doesn't always make nice.” What a waste of life.<br/><br/>Reassured that her friends weren’t going to receive a bullet in the head, Sam trotted after the turian - two strides to his one- and seized him by the forearm before he could get too far ahead. She half-expected the contact to feel like an electric shock - but it was just cold, emotionless metal beneath her bare hand. “You know a lot of this could have been avoided if you hadn’t gone dark on me and told me who you were!” Frustration, not anger, peppered her words. Still, she released his arm before he made an excuse to pull the rifle off of his back again. She wasn’t in any rush to experience whiplash from the butt of a turian’s rifle, not after her taste for it on Shanxi.