<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br/>Zero-G Racing</strong><br/><br/>Jeanette sat cross-legged, Roxi cradled in her lap, behind one of the still-standing walls, far out of sight of anyone that might have come snooping. Barring the whole facility instantly crumbling around them, they were secret and safe for the moment. The soldier had retracted her helmet to get some air as the effects of her psionic outburst rapidly chased through her veins. She was pale and breathing raggedly, but hoped her injured lover wouldn’t notice for now.<br/><br/>“Oh, hey there, kiddo,” she said, forcing a smile as Roxi awoke. “It was touch and go there for a while, but my all-tool says you’re recovering quickly. I got a little tuckered out from the fray, so I decided to plop down here for a minute.” The truth was that she couldn’t actually walk. What strength remained in her was being used up completely just to stay upright and support Roxi. It would return, in time, but for the moment she had to stay still.