<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Name:</span></strong>Veyle Holden<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Location:</span></strong>Fera's Office<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Tags:</span></strong>Stephen<br/><hr/><br/>Veyle observed the small clash between the human and quarian with more interest than her dull eyes would have given away, taking small mental notes on their personalities that would likely prove useful at a later time. The importance of gathering as much information as possible about any given situation had been repeatedly drilled into her head for years, and it was one of the lessons that she actually had to agree with, so it basically came as a second nature. Cooled heads prevailed in the end, although the way that Nel’Taan had begun to get under Stephen's skin hadn't escaped her.<br/><br/>Veyle was glad to be rid of the Quarian when he wandered off, though she knew that eventually she would have to learn how to handle his presence more easily. It was just more difficult right now with everything being so new and happening all at once. Breaking away from everyone else and spending some time only with Stephen would be more comfortable, Veyle imagined, since she at least had<em>some</em>experience interacting with people one on one, as opposed to having just about never been thrown into a weird group situation.<br/><br/>Plus it represented an opportunity for Veyle to finally take the time to enjoy her newfound partial freedom, which she hadn't thought would really interest her, but now that it was actually within reach, the idea suddenly seemed more enticing. She looked at Stephen with a slightly confused look on her otherwise blank face when he stuck his arm out, not knowing if she was supposed to react in some specific way or not, but she ended up just walking beside him.<br/><br/>She guessed that the "Afterlife' which they were walking towards had to be some sort of dance club based on the loud, bass heavy music that could be heard blaring from within every time that the doors slid open to let somebody in from the lineup waiting outside. Again, Veyle looked at the back of the line with some confusion when Stephen lead her directly to the door instead, but then she reminded herself that she knew next to nothing about this place and that he seemed pretty familiar with it, so she was content with following his lead and learning for now.