Morning. The light of a new day breaking out in the distance found Clara sitting up, hugging her knees to her chest. Her chin resting atop her knees as she watched the sun rise to signify she had survived another night. It had been hard to fall back to sleep after all the gun fire, so she had dozed lightly on and off jumping at every noise and sound that came. After a while she gave up trying and resigned herself to sitting in the position she currently was to wait for the sun to rise.<br/><br/>At times, though she would never admit this to anyone if asked, a part of Clara wished for death. Wished for an end to all the running, the danger, the lack of being able to sleep through the night without fear of being raped and killed by some raving beast. A part of her longed for an end to this life and just a chance to join the ones that she had lost, to just throw in the towel with this world and end her suffering. Then common sense and self preservation meshed together making her crawl out of her pity party, then it was back to work as usual.<br/><br/>Standing she stretched, her tail sticking out as she yawned her greeting to the new day â€œHmm....lets see the damage...shall we?â€ speaking to herself as she goes about getting the broken turret and what bit of tools that she had. It takes her about an hour to get to the problem, that alone has her annoyed as that is precious time she was wasting. â€œSo...something is jammed in there....hmmmâ€ she mused aloud to herself as she took a pair of pliers and tried to pull the piece out. Whatever it was though was jammed in there good making her apply quite a bit of force until something snapped.<br/><br/>â€œFuck me...â€ she growled as she tossed the rock aside to look at a snapped gear. â€œYou have to be kidding me!â€ the anger growled out again as she began to root through her bag of spare parts and of course as fate would have it. â€œFUCK!â€ she growled again. She did not have a part to fix what she broke, which meant having to go to a settlement of some sort in hopes of finding the part there. Yet, knowing her luck, that was likely to not be easy and some asshole would be expecting a blow job or something for the part. Without another thought on the matter she began to pack up the turret and the rest of her stuff before heading out once again.<br/><br/>â€œJust another day in paradiseâ€ she hummed as she started her engine and headed out once again.