Once more, with feeling
For quite some time now, Tali'Zorah had been feeling under the weather. She hadn't taken the necessary precautions with a hole she'd torn in her suit (well, that a stray bullet had torn in her suit) and she had been ill.
The problem with this wasn't the fact that she felt sick, for quarians spent a distressing percentage of their lives feeling 'under the weather' -- the problem was that Mordin seemed intent on checking in on her excessively despite Chakwas' assertions that Tali didn't need further treatment past antibiotics. Worse yet, a geth had recently joined their crew and he'd tried to scan her omni-tool -- Shepard hadn't taken her side and she had been ... angry.
More than angry. Did he not understand what was at stake if the geth had the upper hand on the flotilla? They were just machines...
She scowled to herself, stomping (as well as a light young woman such as herself could stomp) to the elevator to head down to engineering. Anyone in the nearby vicinity would have been able to sense the tension flowing off of her in waves as she stepped out of the med bay and into the crew area proper.
"Ugh."
The problem with this wasn't the fact that she felt sick, for quarians spent a distressing percentage of their lives feeling 'under the weather' -- the problem was that Mordin seemed intent on checking in on her excessively despite Chakwas' assertions that Tali didn't need further treatment past antibiotics. Worse yet, a geth had recently joined their crew and he'd tried to scan her omni-tool -- Shepard hadn't taken her side and she had been ... angry.
More than angry. Did he not understand what was at stake if the geth had the upper hand on the flotilla? They were just machines...
She scowled to herself, stomping (as well as a light young woman such as herself could stomp) to the elevator to head down to engineering. Anyone in the nearby vicinity would have been able to sense the tension flowing off of her in waves as she stepped out of the med bay and into the crew area proper.
"Ugh."