Raine was secretly fuming, but refused to let the Captain's words get to here.  She was a mechanic, a surgeon of machines.  Of course she knew it was damned sensitive and unreliable!  "Sensitive", though, was a relative term.  Something that could topple hills like building blocks would be damned fine tucked away in the cargo areas.<br/><br/>Her ears burning, the woman watched as the Captain stuck his tongue out at her.  What the fuck kind of operation was the Admiral running on this ship?<br/><br/><em>"My name is Lena, Lena Marani.  I am sorry, this must seem rude to you, but I must speak to the Captain for a moment.  When I'm done, I'll come look for you so that we could finish this conversation."</em><br/><br/>The frustrated expression dropped off her face like a discarded mask as the Captain exited into the outer corridor.  Numerous naval personnel filtered out a seperate bulkhead; through the door she could see a ladder heading upwards.<br/><br/>"Aw, alright."  She smiled, scratching her hair.  "Can't wait, Lena."<br/><br/>As Lena turned to leave, Raine focused on her locker.  The metal rectangle was set flush into the wall.  She couldn't remember what else she had put in there, and she had been too dazed to think about while she dressed.  Touching the door open, Raine realized it was a bare cupboard.  "Boooooring," she muttered under her breath.<br/><br/>However, there<em>was</em>something in her pocket.  Raine gently plucked the film from her pocket.  As soon as her fingers touched the smooth metal pole, a "film" of light shot from the top, recreating the much rarer and delicate paper.  It was a map of the ship, looking as if someone had cut it down the middle and rolled the hull and compartments out.  Her position was marked with a steadily pulsing red blip.  Her destination, the impromptu civilian quarters, were just a hundred meters forward in the B Hanger.<br/><br/>Figuring she had nothing better to do, Raine decided to find her little stake of deckplate.  A quick (cold) shower and a few hours of real sleep would do wonders for her body.  Not to mention she hadn't had an orgasm in over three months!  Sheesh, what a life.<br/><br/>The needle prick on her arm still hadn't clotted, and her body felt decidedly chilled even in the warm air; her insides felt like ice.  Holding the ball of gauze against her arm with one hand, she followed the map on the film and walked out into the corridor.<br/><br/><em>"I in no way want that impression to be earned on my back!  Now do I make myself clear? What I want from you is for you to listen in and interrupt if the meeting does go that way.  I know this may seem...difficult for you to understand, but it is also a part of your job to keep us safe, and I know I would feel a whole lot safer if I didn't have to be in that mans presence more than I have to."</em><br/><br/>Raine paused midstep, standing just outside the bulkhead, looking up at the pair.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before they looked at her.  If her skin had been a shade lighter, her cheeks would've been covered in an awkward blush.  She pressed her lips tightly together, opened her mouth, then cocked her head looking at the pair,  "You know..." Raine began.  "It's great to see everyone so animated after cryo!"<br/><br/>Head down, she walked briskly around the pair, biting her tongue to keep from laughing.