"Hey! Wait a second! Spirits!"

A turian female approached by rolling with her wheelchair. Her appeareance was striking in how much she resembles a blue markings wielding calibration obssesed turian from the normandy.

Phew "Damn you walk really fast. Almost like if you were running from certain turian in a wheelchair." She smirks and chuckles to herself, her mandibles flaring slightly showing a glimpse of her sharp fangs "Anyway, i recognized your face thanks to my all the stories i heard from my brother, the dorkiest man alive. And i just wanted to know what's all the fuzz about. I'm Solana by the way."

She offered her taloned hand for a handshake, leaning a bit from her wheelchair