Sera stood there for what felt like an eternity waiting for shaking Ferroan girl to answer her. Any other time in her life, she would've felt sorry for the poor soaking wet creature in front of her. The maternal nature she had once had for her deck crew in her past life, as she thought of it, would've had her embracing the young woman; but now she felt her muscles straining and blood pressure rising steadily as she struggled not to back hand the Ferroan and yell at her for an answer.<br/><br/>Resigning herself not to give into the boiling anger she felt stirring inside herself, Sera leaned down and placed her index and pointer finger against Taishari's chest, right over her heart, and pushed her up against the bulk head with surprising strength. The muscular pilot looked into the young woman's eyes menacingly and began to speak in a hushed voice that betrayed her immense displeasure, "okay then girl, I'm going back up to the front to run some calculations. If you manage to find your tongue, I'd suggest you come find me and try to explain exactly whose fault it is that there's a bend in my hull now."<br/><br/>With that Sera straightened back up, turning away from the cot where Taishari now sat and stormed off back towards the cockpit, her boots echoing loudly against the metal floor of the<em>Valkyrie</em>. She didn't know why she'd even bothered trying to talk to the girl. It could've been her anger or spite, maybe even a chance for the girl to put blame on someone else, if it even was her fault. She knew at least one of the involved parties had just been thoroughly punished, and rather hoped there wouldn't be two when she told Aurelia about the warped hull.