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“And famed terrible dancer who is picking on her buddies for being soft. Seems pretty cutesy to me. Almost like we can have multiple sides to our personalities, no?” Wink.

“Takes one to know one~!”

“Deny what, that I am not emotionally detached due to my line of work?” He snickers. “You’re right. Anyone who claims they feel nothing doing what we do is either lying to themselves /or/ a lunatic. I don’t like lying to myself, and…” His mandibles twitch. “I’m not crazy.”

“I like to think that is one of my redeeming qualities. As long as it keeps you willin’ to talk to me it’s a win, I suppose.”

“Yeah, sure you do, Shepard. Guess that’s the thing about being covered in a layer of bone from head to toe.”

“Yeah, tips of Turian’s fingers can be considered talon-like. Must’ve made a small hole or other, I suspect. Long story short, this is why I bring my own drinks when going to a human party, and will NOT touch the bar even if they beg for it. Hah!”

“Oh, I was. Not thick enough, it turns out.”

“Oh, to make it, you mean? Heh, I can’t drink human alcohols, so maybe a full on set of rubber gloves.”

“Oh, it was awful! Was in a coughing fit for a week-“

“Both, it was a mess!”

“Make any kind of human drinks. I tried to make a peach belini once for a friend. Didn’t end well.”

“Could be something about airlocks malfunctioning, or just a need for company. I’m a handy mechanic and can provide banter.”