"Hah! Well," Nihlus laughs as he stuffs the thermals into a bag. "Putting it that way, I do recall his Spectre candidacy eval being something like 'great at shooting but is a little shit'. He always did try to give old Pallin trouble, too. Pallin's got ten grandkids on top of his usual job of giving crims the red tape though, so it backfires a lot."

He can just about feel Shepard's eyes burning into his back there, though.

Casting a sideways glance at her, Nihlus takes in the awkward stance and the pointedly distant expression. His green eyes glimmer with just the barest hint of mischief before he makes a casual show of stretching his arms out, flexing the smooth scales and muscles on his back that his tatts perfectly accentuated.

"Turian showers are neutral but Hierachy space ones usually come with stalls that have enough space to towel off and change," he explains, running his hands over the curve of his hips, then along his thighs and his long shins as he reaches down to touch his toes. "Not always practical in a military setting, but they sure do try."

Sorry, were you trying not to stare there, Shepard?