<strong>"Weeeeeell . . "</strong>The Quarian hacker was sitting in one of those lovely spinning chairs, leaning back and idly letting her legs turn her about. Her quarters were . . . surprisingly cluttered with machinery, little knick-knacks, and items from the new Homeworld and Fleet. Unlike her compatriots, she had picked up a habit of being a pack rat. You never know what things could come in handy, after all!<br/><strong><br/>"I'm not sure I can tell you anything you don't already know about your comrades. The whole point of my role is to help you actually find that stuff out, and lead you to people that can help on the mission."</strong>At the Captain's interest in her, she giggled, clasping her three-fingered hands over her taut belly.<em>'How cute! He wants to know more about me.'</em><br/><br/><strong>"Well . . . I was a member of the Fleet, rather than our new Homeworld, Captain. The Kali is a pretty sizable planetcracker, and one of the primary ships for mining out asteroids and small planetoids in order to get the raw materials necessary to patch up our ships and trade to other races for supplies. I'm pretty much the smartest person on that ship, so everyone is eagerly awaiting the end of my Pilgrimage so I can solve everyone's problems again. Really, it's hard being a genius. Everyone always needs your help with something."</strong>Something pinged a little . . off about her statements. Either that or it was just that accent of hers, and the 'feeling' that she was always smiling underneath that faceplate.<br/><br/><strong>"And please, call me Al. Nobody pronounces my full name right."</strong>