[ Mordin does a really good job not raising a brow, since he's a doctor and not raising a brow at things is an important professional skill. There's no conflict here that he can think of, however—his gentle rejection of what he'd apparently misinterpreted as her sexual interest in him had been met with amused acceptance at the time—and Karin has her hands more than full and it's likely Shepard knows it. Never mind that he hasn't actually examined a human so intimately since his residency. But salarians don't forget.
There is a very brief moment where he contemplates asking whether she'd be more comfortable doing this in her quarters instead of the lab, but he dismisses it just as quickly. Needless suggestion. Also somewhat inappropriate. Not sure why he even thought of it. ]
Now as good a time as any. EDI, some privacy, please?
[ Certainly, Doctor Solus, the room reverberates in reply, followed by the soft electronic chirp of the locks shifting from green to red. ]
Need to prepare. Strip to undergarments, if you would.
[ She's a soldier. They're aliens to one another. There's no cause for hesitation; this is protocol.
He steps over to the smaller exam table opposite the one he seems to live behind and pulls it back from the wall so he's capable of approaching from all angles, the swift glow of a decontamination grid sweeping over its surface. Not that he thinks Shepard is at all prone to shyness, but turning his back is simply a matter of courtesy. He busies himself longer than he would normally with adjusting instruments, pulling equipment out of the way (at the foot of the table, a hint of what's ahead), mostly for her benefit. After a moment, he speaks again: ]
Truthfully, was tempted to suggest something similar. Have found numerous Cerberus devices aboard ship undetectable through scanning. Have been working on developing targeted scan, but no luck so far. Tech unfamiliar, highly advanced. Not unlike Collectors'. Implications... [ a breath. ] unsettling.
[ Finally he straightens, not looking over, but he tilts his head toward her enough that his good horn curves in her direction. ]
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Date: 2014-05-28 11:09 pm (UTC)There is a very brief moment where he contemplates asking whether she'd be more comfortable doing this in her quarters instead of the lab, but he dismisses it just as quickly. Needless suggestion. Also somewhat inappropriate. Not sure why he even thought of it. ]
Now as good a time as any. EDI, some privacy, please?
[ Certainly, Doctor Solus, the room reverberates in reply, followed by the soft electronic chirp of the locks shifting from green to red. ]
Need to prepare. Strip to undergarments, if you would.
[ She's a soldier. They're aliens to one another. There's no cause for hesitation; this is protocol.
He steps over to the smaller exam table opposite the one he seems to live behind and pulls it back from the wall so he's capable of approaching from all angles, the swift glow of a decontamination grid sweeping over its surface. Not that he thinks Shepard is at all prone to shyness, but turning his back is simply a matter of courtesy. He busies himself longer than he would normally with adjusting instruments, pulling equipment out of the way (at the foot of the table, a hint of what's ahead), mostly for her benefit. After a moment, he speaks again: ]
Truthfully, was tempted to suggest something similar. Have found numerous Cerberus devices aboard ship undetectable through scanning. Have been working on developing targeted scan, but no luck so far. Tech unfamiliar, highly advanced. Not unlike Collectors'. Implications... [ a breath. ] unsettling.
[ Finally he straightens, not looking over, but he tilts his head toward her enough that his good horn curves in her direction. ]
Ready for you. Take a seat?