<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Pain, searing throbbing pain spread over her back as the plate of her armour transferred a chunk of heat before ablating off, saving her life at least. Diane ducked through the doorway put her back to the wall, and yowled. Still, she was breathing, wasn't trapped yet, and damn well wasn't going to let herself die because of Dear Captain Fio's fuck-up. Her robotic fingers flexed as she pondered the sweet payment she might extract from the long-eared girl. Suddenly inspiration hits!<br/><br/>Wincing with each kick, Diane shoves the bulkhead door shut, hoping it'll at least take the heavy weapon or some concentrated fire to blow through it. A twist of her wrist and the palm of her robotic hand irises open to reveal the lens of a laser weapon, the throbbing red beam of which runs along the join of the door, trying to weld it shut, or at least heat-jam it.