"Pa-pa-pum-pa-da-pi-dum..."

Tali hums to herself, crawled up into one of the emergency repairs ports on the Engine Deck. Always something to fix, always something to upgrade, even Normandy is a work of art, she still needs love, and who better to give the ship the attentive and professional care she needs but a quarian?

Tali's legs stick out outside, meanwhile her upper torso is inside the port. Her suit has protection from just about everything of the outside world, a zap won't do anything even if it happens, so who better than a quarian? Zorah thinks so as well.

"And not to brag but I'm the best engineer onboard..."

The quarian murmurs to herself, while working. She does it often, it's a quarian habit, really, to not go mad inside that suit! Under the mask Tali'Zorah even smirks, she knows she's the best.

"Sho-o-ould be done in ju-u-ust a bit..."

Tinker here. Tinker there. It's so easy, it's almost natural for the quarian. Tali's bioluminescent eyes watch keenly at the systems, despite her carefree attitude, she is very professional, it seems as if her three-fingered hands can do everything and never mistake once.

'Shepard can't do this.' Zorah thinks proudly. Shepard may be best at a lot of things, but this is Tali's turf, she's the master here, the god! God of electronics! The engineers snickers inside her helmet, damn good to know you're the best.

"Du-pa-pa-pi-dum..."

Just a final touch...