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SSV Normandy SR2; Deck 3

Feron was having a bad day. A disquieting growl of annoyance left Feron for the millionth time that afternoon. It had been hours since he had left the med-bay, and with this headache and fever he didn't feel none too happy. In fact it might of been because he hadn't eaten in a few days. Who knew? But he came to realize that, that very thing wasn't exactly what was bothering him. Moving his deep fathom eyes to look across the room, it occurred to him, this room was way to small for two. Looking to the right the sudden bright light assaulted him, his second lids closing then opening and readjusting. Several weapons racks containing snipers, sub-machine guns, one assault rifle, pistols and many throwing knives. To his left, by the entrance, tubes running up and down every which way, an emergency breathing kits and valves. What brought his mind to awe though, was when he looked straight ahead to a huge window and outside that window a drive core. The blue electric light radiating in wondrous shock waves. Spotting a small table with two chair by it, he approached. He wanted to sit an admire it. It was...soothing. But as he approached a sudden tense air made him stop half way. Moving his hands behind his back, back come up straight and feet together, he turned his head to the left, a territorial growl escaping him. He'd almost forgot who he was sharing with. Fuck.

Thane didn't know why he had been subjected to this treatment. He didn't want to share a room with anyone. He was an important part of the crew and he had earned his place. But when his Siha's beautiful violet eyes sparkled up at him, her full lips in a pout, and her eyes gleaming with softened small unshed tears, he just couldn't help but to say yes. She had told him that another drell would be beneficial to his recovery. That he could share his memories and understand him better. Drell weren't like that. He had tried to explain that they rather tend to themselves and territory would be a problem, but again her 'look' brought him to his knees and he conceded. Sighing, he had taken to drinking his specialized tea. The herbs soothing of Jasmine, honey and other earthly scents calming his nervous state. The room he inhabited was already small, although he hardly had any possessions to call his own. A picture of his wife Irikah, Kolyat as a baby cradled in her arms, weapons and clothing, maybe some books. That was it. What troubled him most was that the cot his new 'roommate' was situated near. the gun racks, their luminescent lights all too familiar to him. He wondered if he should of fought better against his Siha. Maybe he wasn't the deadliest assassin in the Galaxy. He was clearly beaten by one look, and the look of a woman at that. Hearing a swish of the door, his shoulders squared themselves, back straight, stotic face and hands clasp within each other at the top of the metal table. The coldness of it sending slight shivers up and down his spine. Hearing tentative steps, he sighed silently to himself. He fought the urge to look and criticizes. The man had accepted his challenge on the Shadow Broker base when he was 'properly' introduced. And by the sounds of his growls, he had yet to accept defeat. It just wasn't his day.

Looking down to the smaller drell, his presence ignored, he fought the urge to bare his flat large teeth. A small hiss wanting to come up from his empty stomach to intimidate. But he had just left the med-bay. And when he learned the others profession, he had second thoughts. He had met everyone that was important enough for him to meet, and in truth, he would of rather have stayed with a naked krogan, though extremely unpleasant, but it was better than this. Sighing, he quieted his displeasure and bowed his head once in greeting. He wanted to be civil, even if it lasted no more than a second. Receiving one back, he brought his hand out and motioned to the other chair across, and when he saw confirmation that he could in fact take it, he did. Slowly. Looking him square in the eyes, his gaze never faulting, he wondered how it came to this. A swish at the door answered for him and a petite woman came rushing in with a set of bulky items. Her face was covered and her frame wobbled some.

When they both stood up and came rushing to help, Shepard reeled back in surprise. Cloths, personal items, pillows and bed sheets went flying. Feeling a scaly hand on her bare back, underneath her tank-top, made her shiver and look up. Ultimately stopping her fall, scales of red, green, yellow and black so close that if she only leaned up an inch more, she'd be kissing said lips belonging to the male. Blushing furiously and pressing her flat palms on his chest she forces him to straighten with her. Once his touch was gone, she coughed into her closed fist while she tried to push her embarrassment back and looked at Thane. Neat pile of things held within his strong arms. Smiling and receiving one back, she gathered them and placed them on Feron's cot.

"Sorry Feron, I know they aren't your regular cloths, only sweats and shirts but it's all I can find in your size. Also brought other things like a toothbrush and shampoo and whatever else you'll need. When we get to the citadel we'll buy more..." And she was out the door with the last word. Patting him on the shoulder as she went. The air was tense, and after that encounter she needed a STRONG drink.

Looking at Thane, his eyelid twitch, his fist clenching and his body tense. Feron, on the other hand, was smiling, chuckling and looking at the now closed door. When a growl and huff left one of them, the other smirked in victory. Feron 1, Thane 0. This was a good day.