Milo sat in the lounge. Head on the table staring at the drink in front of him. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear Niera sit down next to him until she spoke.
"You must be very upset if you are drinking that stuff." Niera nodded to the glass.
"Quarian liquor is the best liquor."
"Only if you have something you wanna forget, or not deal with." Niera scooted closer to him, and snaked an arm around his waist. "What is it you don’t want to deal with?"