𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇  ⇢ @surkeshs​

     𝑨 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺 her presence, interrupting the salarian’s quick, precise typing. he appears deep in work and for a moment, shepard worries she’s interrupted him, but then she recalls the contents of his dossier and remembers it’s likely mordin solus is always at work. “doctor solus,” gaze flickers around the gleaming, white surfaces of the lab, “i thought i’d ask if you were settling in alright, but i’m guessing that’s a yes?” he seems at home here, shepard thinks. machines have already been moved and rearranged, new materials and equipment seemingly installed. she finds she’s very nearly jealous of him, to feel comfortable within this space that still feels so very foreign to her. 

    “i also wanted to check in about your clinic,” a small smile appears, cordial, “it looks to be in capable hands with dr. abrams’, but i was wondering if you were concerned about needing extra security for the time being.” a hand lifts to gesture loosely to the room surrounding them. “cerberus doesn’t seem to lack for credits. i’m sure we could hire someone out for a while, if you thought it might help in your absence.”