Aleesha gave the Quarian an appraising look but said nothing as she entered.  If a Quarian was going to be on the ship it was sure to be well taken care of.  The Quarian as a species were masters of maintaining their vessels, supposedly some of the ships like the Liveships in their fleet, were well over three hundred years old and still worked for the most part.   A feat few could claim, except maybe the reapers who would have won by a long shot.  Aleesha pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, it was still shorter then she liked it but long enough that she could at least do something with it now.   Her eyes were light green with a brown halo around the edges and her hair was a dark crimson sometimes being mistaken for a light brown color at times.  Her body was thin and fit, and the uniform seemed to help emphasis the fact in some respects.