@pracses -- Nihlus
A spectre of Nihlus experience made Mishil feel a little twitchy. She knew beforehand that in working with Shepard, she would have to be careful when he was around. He was the more experienced spectre compared to Misty. His information network could also be different--but other then her unusual biotics, she was merely an informant and a mercenary with mutual interest to defeating Saren, and helping her comrade.
She frowned, looking over the encrypted files of Ceberus--all that remained since the mission requested by a now dead General Kahoku. The shadow-broker had manifested, or rather, one of their puppets, to retrieve this information. Mishil was more then happy to get a crack at it instead for Shepard--and genuinely wanted to know what was on the files. The experiments she’d seen, the labs... A chill raced down her spine.
Was that really Cerberus or an independent group separate from her superior’s intention? It made her stomach twist. The meal she’d picked out earlier still untouched beside her. Rubbing her forehead, she hoped to ease the migrane rising--from the memories she pushed away or the recent events, she couldn’t say. When the turian spectre manifested beside her, she jolted in her seat, having not sensed his presence.
❝ —-Jeez. You’ve got quiet steps-- ❞ She cleared her throat, ❝ Sorry, uh--kinda just waiting on the decryption software to do its part. Figured I’d grab a bite. ❞ If her stomach would settle.
