Jan 17
he's in the midst of dangling feed above his vivarium when a quiet latch-release hiss draws his attention to the entrance where their newest on-boarder stands—taking up the entire doorway. "no, yeah, c'mon in. grab a seat. guest hospitality, etc." privacy's a no-shot aboard the normandy to begin with.
he draws back from the glass and turns to regard his visitor proper. "settlin' in okay?" a beat. then, coupled with the barest hint of a smile: "crew givin' you trouble?"
@kitmitsu, starter call. verse: alien/mass effect.
