Nihlus slips in and out of their room like a ghost for the most part. Asides from the brief span of time where he didn't have roommates, the Turian treated the room more as a storage space than a place to sleep.
Today's no different- although there is a pause as he raises a brow plate at the increasing amount of machinery and bits that were beginning to accumulate on his roommate's side of the place.
"Tony," Nihlus greets, a little bit of amusement in his tones as he steps over a pile of tools. "I didn't realize your workshop had been moved up here."
Closed to Rinzler - 08.11
It's deep in the middle of the sleep cycle and the cargo bay is almost completely empty. Nihlus is waiting at the fabricator, humming a cheerful little tune as he works, one that seems somewhat at odds with the eerie quiet of the place.
There's a cart next to him, full of different parts of some kind of machinery. An engineer who was familiar with Mass Effect technology would probably recognize them as pieces for a large shield generator.
Nihlus is hedging his bets on Rinzler not knowing.
It was an odd hour for a disk sync, but it wasn't like either of them had regular sleeping schedules. Or any sleeping schedule at all for that matter.
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Nihlus slips in and out of their room like a ghost for the most part. Asides from the brief span of time where he didn't have roommates, the Turian treated the room more as a storage space than a place to sleep.
Today's no different- although there is a pause as he raises a brow plate at the increasing amount of machinery and bits that were beginning to accumulate on his roommate's side of the place.
"Tony," Nihlus greets, a little bit of amusement in his tones as he steps over a pile of tools. "I didn't realize your workshop had been moved up here."
Closed to Rinzler - 08.11
It's deep in the middle of the sleep cycle and the cargo bay is almost completely empty. Nihlus is waiting at the fabricator, humming a cheerful little tune as he works, one that seems somewhat at odds with the eerie quiet of the place.
There's a cart next to him, full of different parts of some kind of machinery. An engineer who was familiar with Mass Effect technology would probably recognize them as pieces for a large shield generator.
Nihlus is hedging his bets on Rinzler not knowing.
It was an odd hour for a disk sync, but it wasn't like either of them had regular sleeping schedules. Or any sleeping schedule at all for that matter.