<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/GOTwWmI.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong> Te’en, Researcher<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br/></div></td><td>     </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bdfggwx.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong> Esori, Navigations<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br/><br/></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Both Esori and Te’en turned to look at one another, brows quirked, lips twisted into respective versions of a smirk, both equally amused not only with the Salarian still chewing away at his bubblegum, but also with the two gentlemen that shared their company. Neither one of the ladies currently present could be described as combat experts, although both felt comfortable enough to handle a gun without blasting off their own faces. That didn’t mean they fully understood what Luus and Jackiro were saying to one another between their words, and it was as handled by a simple, simultaneous shrug of their shoulders.<br/><br/>“Well, this promises to be quite the entertaining venture, doesn’t it?” Said Esori, flashing her wide grin.<br/><br/>The asari next to her finally pushed away from the wall, disappointed that their fun was likely coming to a close. “Well, he’s not likely to spit out the gum if Esori or I asked.” With a sweeping gesture of her hand, the asari pointed back to Sonon. “But I suppose he sat there and sweated long enough. I’ll consider my debt repaid.”<br/><br/>Esori eased back towards the cockpit, where she could return to her navigation systems. “If you do decide to start that game of cards, send a message out to Te’en and me on our omni-tools. I’d love to watch you try and steal my credits.” With a wink to the Salarian, and a finger wave of her hand to Luus, the drell slipped back in her compartment to return to her duties.<br/><br/>Te’en remained standing, determined -and hopeful- for an entertaining conclusion of her practical joke.<br/>