<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“ … “ Kaylee looked at the long refrigerated cylinder for a moment longer, her greed and good sense warring with each other as the gunfire began to quiet down.<br/><br/>“Screw it, we can always space the thing later.” She finally decided, shrugging out of the black bag she’d brought along for the sake of any incidental salvage that caught her eye along the way.  This whole canister was going to be easier to move with proper handholds, she figured, wrapping the expandable fabric tightly around the glass cylinder and hauling it out again with a grunt.  Letting the bag hang from her shoulder, she took a step back.<br/><br/>Making a somewhat lop-sided jog back up the hall, she started the climb back up the partially collapsed entry hall.<br/><br/>“Diane, can you make it to junction K-7?” she asked “We should link back up.”<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes helplessly as her Captain transmitted her incidental musings over their comms.  It probably<i>could</i>be done … but you’d need something like TESLA’s resources, and it wasn’t like they were in a position to support an army of super-enhance space amazons.  Nevermind the mass amounts of “Death by Snoo-Snoo” that were likely to follow, if Fio got to set the parameters.