<span class="bbc_u">Bridge</span><br/><br/>Sarah lied down on the cold metallic floor, of the bridge, sweating and panting for air. There was no rust to be seen, and most, if not all holes had been filled. One might even think they'd never been there, in the first place. But this effort had drained a lot out of her, still it was better then the days of work it would take by hand. But with that thought in mind, what would the crew think? She didn't expect most of the people to know how long it took for this kind of repairs... Guess it didn't matter..."The ships, alright. Why would they question it?" She thought to herself. She'd like to keep working on other parts of the ship, but she be asked at the moment. Her entire body felt weak and her head started to spin. "I'll just rest my eyes for a moment..." She thought with a yawn, closing her eyes.