Dvenn tilted her head.

"I do not think I can offer /anything/ premium, BUT, I should be able to modify some of the existing rations for your liking.
Would this suffice or would you rather find a different payment?"

With a little nod she sat down behind her desk.

"I see your point, but I would argue that your reputation precedes you.
And to those who do not know you, their assumed fragility of your biology comes as twice the advantage because the will underestimate you by default."

She hesitantly accepted the beverage bladder and gave her peer an acknowledging nod before sitting down next to her.

"Maybe you could try a losely related field of work, like security officer or bodyguard.
Something where you can advertise and utilise your existing job expertise to your advantage."

Tilting her head she gave Cy a quiet stare before hunkering down to her plants again.

"These are Daisies and Petunias.
Some of them made of plastic...
I would /hope/ they are legal.
I am well within my laboratory's permitted water limits, if that is what you mean..."

She announces herself with a quiet nod to [the reader] before asking whether she can sit with them for a little while.

#Open

"...safety of all the quarians here Omega..."

*He looked around the club, looking for prying eyes. It was Omega, everyone was a shifty character, but he noticed a couple merc looking guys looking at their booth.*

"I can't discuss it here...too many eyes and ears..."

At the mention of old star charts the scientist noticeably perked up.

"Of course.
What can I offer in return?"

--->
But in actuality, I still have it here because I hope I'll find the time to pass it over to Liara.
I feel like of everyone she would have the most use and appreciation for it, and to me that's better than having it catch dust in a dark archive shelf somewhere."

Looking forth and back between the data pad and [the reader] Shepard raises an eyebrow.

"This plan is so immaculately and thoroughly insane it might /actually/ work - And probably get us all demoted in the process.

...When do we start?"

#Open #MassEffectRP

Aetin looked visibly strained, but went along with the other, trusting that Cy knew about her own limits - in either case more than Aetin or any other outsider.

"Trust me, if you die it's because of the stench in the air...
I wash my hands, but this place here...
It's a fucking mould farm..."

info he could use to help him on his assignment. As well as a set of skills that he could employ to assist him further. He sat down across from her at her table and looked her in the eyes.

"Cy'Reen...?"

~ Faint humming of old Quarian lullabies while watering her desk plants. (It is said to help the little ones grow.) ~