Prowl glances from whatever conversation he was just having with the receptionist, abruptly ending what he considered to be the less important discussion. He was never much of a socialite.
"Mordin Solus?"
The question is rhetorical. Of course it's him, who else would it be? He turns around to face the salarian and steps a few paces forward with the flask in hand. That glowstick juice looks about as stable as the fuel tank he brought with him.
"I could use access to your lab equipment. Temporary access. It is best if the details are discussed in a more private setting."
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"Mordin Solus?"
The question is rhetorical. Of course it's him, who else would it be? He turns around to face the salarian and steps a few paces forward with the flask in hand. That glowstick juice looks about as stable as the fuel tank he brought with him.
"I could use access to your lab equipment. Temporary access. It is best if the details are discussed in a more private setting."