Brigitte was already searching her toolkit for lubricant when she heard about the rust. All she had was a can, like an old fashioned soap dispenser which wouldn’t fit through the tiny slot between the door and the hull.<br/><br/>“Aww.. I was so looking forward to a nice and relaxing anal insertion to calm me down. Does that mean it’s off the table now?”<br/><br/>When she was nervous, Bri made jokes. Often dark, really inappropriate ones and right now, she was nervous. All around her was the vast nothingness of space and in front of her a door of a cargo vessel that wouldn’t open. She told herself to focus on the mission at hand.<br/><br/>“The can won’t fit through the door. I’ll squirt some out, you take it and lube that cogwheel.”<br/><br/>This being a zero gravity environment, the dollop of lubricant would just float and the Bru’thie could just grab it and use it. Eons of development had resulted in certain materials not freezing up. Lubricant was something often used on spaceships and if used on cogwheels, it freezing up would do more damage than good so Brigitte knew the importance of a good, reliable lubricant.<br/><br/>She carefully pulled the dispenser out of the toolbox and brought it near the opening of the door. A few careful pumps and three dollops of lubricant floated through the gap into the cargo vessel.<br/><br/>“You got them? Make sure you lube all the mechanism. Not just the wheels. It might be a lever or something that’s blocking it as well. Use your skills to get into those tiny spaces you.”<br/><br/>Another joke. She gave the crew around her a nervous smile as she held the dispenser tight in case more was needed. Whatever lay inside of that vessel, the green stuff on the walls, whatever that was, was preferable over being out here.