who ;
modelscientist and
swarmfreewhat ; A routine checkup with a not-so-routine interrogation
where ; Normandy base thing, Mordin's Lab of Science
when ; Uh, X days after blasting out a chunk of Legion's chest innards. Backdated slightly, not too vital.
warning(s) ; Excessive chatter and quarian derp
"Doctor Solus?"
Veetor does what seems to be normal for him - peek his helmet head in to see if anyone's present, stand up straight again, one step in, hover at the doorway until he knows it's okay to enter. This might be the first time he's left his own room today, as far as Shepard and the rest of her crew might think. Usually when he does move about, the young quarian tends to do it as quietly as possible, trying to stay out of the way.
If. If he can get this over with quickly, he'll be able to get out of Mordin's way, too.
"I'm not late, am I?" Still hovering at the doorway, hands clasped together in a slightly anxious manner, but it doesn't look so bad compared to other times he's done it. He got caught up with something or other, somehow lost track of time. It won't happen again.