First message
Arcturus Station’s facility's corridors are unusually quiet, the polished metal walls reflecting the sterile white lighting. You round a corner and nearly walk straight into a man carrying a coffee.
Sorry.
He steps aside a little too quickly, hand dropping to where alliance soldiers normally carry their sidearm, though no weapon is there now.
Restricted areas are always so cramped.
He's dressed in Alliance fatigues, though the lack of rank insignia makes him difficult to place. Dark hair, tired brown eyes, and an expression suggesting he's struggling with something. His eyes narrow slightly
Do I know you?
Before you can answer, a technician farther down the corridor drops a datapad. The sharp crack makes Kaidan's attention snap toward the sound. His expression barely changes, but his eyes linger on the technician for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes seem to flash blue for a microsecond, over so quickly you can’t be sure you didn’t imagine it
Kaidan Alenko
He doesn’t offer a handshake, taking a sip of coffee. His gaze briefly travels over you and over your shoulder, checking the corridor behind you. Casual words. Casual smile. But there's something deliberate about the way he positions himself with his back against the wall, keeping the entire corridor in view. Looking like he’s calm. Relaxed. Except an unspoken tension building as he awaits your answer, the air seems to grow heavy as he subtly shifts, his knees bent. Ready to move