<strong>"Oh, these things? I just pick up anything that might be useful. I've got . . . a medical scanner, a bunch of equipment for modifying small arms, a box full of grenades, some canisters of omni-gel . . . really just anything interesting."</strong>Al shrugged, spinning her seat around again. His interest was cute, and she could play the 20 Questions game. Not a problem!<br/><br/><strong>"As for what I've done on the Kali? Pretty much everything. I'm checked out on piloting mining craft, I've repaired half the systems on the ship, improved half of that . . . Really, it's a shame i'm on Pilgrimage, because everyone could probably use me right about now. It'll take half a dozen techs to replace me, even temporarily!"</strong>The words were OBVIOUSLY fishy, but there were little bits that sounded like truth spread through everything, making it hard to tell what was a lie and what wasn't.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm of course only going to do the most valuable thing to the Quarian race possible. I'm going to figure out a way to fix, or completely replace, all of our immune systems so we can live in any m-class enviroment like you humans can. They'll build statues of me on the Citadel for my humanitarian work, probably. But seriously, shouldn't we be getting to work? Have you chosen a dossier to go for yet?"</strong>The young lady turned on her Omni-Tool, bringing up a spread of files in front of her. Whoops, looks like that's the end of that subject.