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[sh_consulting]

WHO:  sh_consulting and flotillaborn (and maybe John Watson later)
WHERE: Sherlock's MAC apartment
WHEN: The day after thanksgiving.
WARNINGS: None~
SUMMARY: After Tali wakes up, and is checked over by John, the good doctor leaves for groceries and Tali is left with the questionable company that is Sherlock.
FORMAT: Para and then maybe quicklog.... anything goes!

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[flotillaborn]

Once her body had decided that the toxin had worked itself out of her system, it had apparently come to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to revert back to its normal form. It made sense in some ways -- her suit was equipped with a reserve of antibiotics and replaceable fluids, and it could monitor her vitals without external equipment.

She awoke on the couch with a dreary groan -- her head ached -- and did her best not to panic, trying to remember where she was. Someone's strange apartment, she remembered the doctor, and -- oh.

Tali pushed off the edge of the couch and wandered over to where Sherlock was pouring over his equipment, raising a three-fingered hand in greeting.

"Mr...Sherlock, right?"

[sh_consulting]

Sherlock grudgingly pried his eyes away from his experiment and found that... ah. She had changed. The materials of her suit were completely foreign... Interesting. Usually he could tell what something was made of at a glance, but nothing quite fit. Not that surprising, given her company of the night previous - Sherlock had the same trouble with Garrus' armour

He didn't even blink.

"Sherlock, yes." There was a pause as he reconfigured his brain away from his experiment and back into forced social niceties.

"Tali, correct?"

[flotillaborn]

"I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here. I recognize that it's not exactly the most convenient of situations."

She didn't move to peek at his experiments - Mordin had never appreciated it - but instead, leaned with one hip out and her arms crossed over her chest. "And that's -- it, really. I don't want to interrupt."

[sh_consulting]

"It was the most logical outcome." He paused for half a second, "And, well, any friend of Ghost's." The sentence ended, with absolutely no intention of adding anything to it. He was, however, more than accustomed to distressed people showing up in his flat (how else would he get cases?), and since she had brought an actually interesting problem, his tone was actually relatively benign.

He did, however, pull himself upright, looking over the mess of equipment that had spread over his table, and, in some instances, onto the floor.

"Ah, well, it's nearly complete. Just a few last calculations."