[The voice comes from beside him, completely deadpan. When Nihlus turns, he'll notice a small human girl also staring at the jar of whale guts. She's seen enough aliens on this planet these past few days (and enough strange things in her lifetime) that she doesn't seem to react to his Turian visage at all.
The girl beside him is... Well, next to his fancy specter armor, she isn't exactly very impressive. She's small and thin as a rail, and in a wrinkled dress isn't doing much to protect her for the elements. She seems pretty into the whole museum thing, though. She looks at the exhibit with wide eyes, a keen interest in learning obvious upon her face.]
Can you move over please? I want to read the plaque.
The Museum
[The voice comes from beside him, completely deadpan. When Nihlus turns, he'll notice a small human girl also staring at the jar of whale guts. She's seen enough aliens on this planet these past few days (and enough strange things in her lifetime) that she doesn't seem to react to his Turian visage at all.
The girl beside him is... Well, next to his fancy specter armor, she isn't exactly very impressive. She's small and thin as a rail, and in a wrinkled dress isn't doing much to protect her for the elements. She seems pretty into the whole museum thing, though. She looks at the exhibit with wide eyes, a keen interest in learning obvious upon her face.]
Can you move over please? I want to read the plaque.