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[pattersongs]

Salarians, as a species, sleep roughly one hour out of every twenty-eight. Most of them do it all at a time. Professor Solus? Not so much. Too much to do, too much to see. Ten-minute naps stolen here and there add up rather nicely. They allow for greater flexibility of scheduling, too. Sometimes the wee small hours of the whatever-it-is-that-passes

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[seat_five_girl]

Ako is giving Mordin plenty of room when she stops. That's a gun that looks serious. Best not to startle someone with a weapon like that.

"Hello Solus-sensei. Were you going out to the range here?"

[pattersongs]

"Actually, no. Was going to the range on board the Normandy," Mordin says. "Found myself here by mistake. Will make use of the place, of course, but not where I intended to be."

[seat_five_girl]

Ako nods. "You're still traveling then?"

It makes some sense. It's not like real life gets a montage or a tag at the bottom that says, 'Three weeks later.'

[pattersongs]

"Big galaxy. Bigger threat," Mordin says. "Takes a lot of preparation. Hoping we come to a point of readiness soon. How about yourself?"