<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Ship, Maneuver Drive Bay, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Station Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ghrriegh bestirs herself to head out to the wings and actually dipstick the fuel tanks, just to be sure the gauges have some reality check. Eventually, after clambering hither and yon, she meanders back inside and begins trying to trace the source of the odd fuel-pressure signal going into the power plant. She has a sneaking suspicion where it's coming from, but good mechanics work by procedure, not prophecy.<br/><br/>Max's query makes her blanch under her fur. "Fuel system leaking is. Lift ship, could. Leak fuel into engine maintenance sections, could. Gaskets small problem. Fuel processing full of salad fixings, large problem is. Maybe salad is gasket wear causing, maybe not. Salad getting loose in system not pleasant lookout being."<br/><br/>"Lift ship, maybe three-four days fuel having. Jump, wouldn't. Hard maneuver, wouldn't. Guarantee integrity of fuel safety, wouldn't. Fine, might be. Might not be. System needs full breakdown and flush out salad, change out all seals to be sure."<br/><br/>She punctuates her doubts by attaching a photograph of a<del>fungus garden</del>fuel processing station with mushrooms growing out of it and flags it to display on any monitors not currently being used for life support or maintenance.