<ul>Zilah looked stupidly between Quen and the ceiling and back again. Had he gone mad? Given the adrenaline pumping through her system and the sheer terror that gripped her it took her a moment to put two and two together. She could have hit herself for having been so stupid. Of course the AI system had heard what she'd said. She had enough self-control to keep herself from cursing. Opening her mouth to somehow attempt to reassure the system somehow, she stopped herself when a low hiss surrounded them and another alarm joined the disjointed symphony. <br/><br/>Glancing down at her feet, she felt the air around her ankles. Before she could react to it, her lungs had withered and rotted away. In a silent gasp, she gripped at her throat, eyes watering from the poisonous gas that pervaded the air. The damn ship was about to kill them. Feeling fingers around her wrist, her body stumbled back compliantly towards safety. Landing on her hands and knees across from him, the woman's stomach clenched and released in dry heaves, her vision going from white to black and back again. "Oh tÃ« martÃ« dreqi," she groaned, her throat burning with the effort. Damn the stupid computer and its hypersensitivity.<br/><br/>Somewhere, Quen was saying something but she barely heard it. Running a hand over her eyes, she wiped away the salt and tried to blink her vision back to normal. <br/><br/>"Another day in paradise..." With some effort she straightened, and stumbled over to the suits hanging beside Quen, taking a moment or two to fully recover from the effects of the gas. "I am so retiring to some planet if we manage to get out of this situation alive. I'm done with space-travel."<br/><br/>For a moment she toyed with the prospect of putting on the suit and sauntering over to her own ship and letting Quen to deal with this mess on his own. However, she doubted the chimp would let her get that far, and anyway. She could never live with herself after...<br/><br/>The loss of oxygen had made her soft.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, her fingers worked to slip off the Corps uniform leaving it a shapeless heap on the floor. The Climatex biosuit was a dull grey colour, and for a second she eyed it, before gingerly beginning to pull the elastic fabric on. It was designed, through a revolutionary material, to adhere to every person so it would fit as though it was built to their body. <br/><br/>When Quen mentioned the leak, she turned back to look at him over her shoulder, dumfounded.<br/><br/>"So not only is an AI system with hurt feelings trying to kill us while we're running out of oxygen, but there's also a leak in the ship. Please, if there's anything else you want to tell me, just do it now." Her hands worked the suit over her hair, a stream of curses escaping past her lips. Reaching over, she picked up a gun and fed into the built in holster at her thigh. Given that the AI system had gone rogue, she needed to be prepared for everything. <br/><br/>"I'll wear the goggles, they'll provide some counter pressure, the suit will do the rest and we'll just have to hope between that and the ship trying to maintain pressure that my head won't explode." Somehow, she wondered whether this was worse or jail. Someone was playing a very mean joke on her, "Help me with the oxygen pack." <br/><br/>The suit had a built in communications unit which they could use, however, the downside was that the chimp would also hear everything they said. Once they killed the system, Zilah was convinced she would spend a good hour just kicking its processing unit just for good measure. "So, what's your genius plan?"<br/></ul>