<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Sarah Moreno<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Comms array<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mai<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>Much to her surprise, Sarah's offering of the tools to the other woman was met first with a momentary blank look, and then an explosion of angry Mandarin.  The tool kit nearly fell from her hand, and she had to juggle it for a moment to get it settled safely again.  "Okay, no need to swear," she said, in what she hoped was a neutral tone.  She wasn't entirely sure what Mai had said, but she knew there had been profanity in there somewhere.  Maybe it was better not to remember things, she decided, and began to try to focus on forgetting instead.  There was enough in the present day to be upset about without dredging up all the bad stuff from the past.<br/><br/>At least Mai seemed to calm down quickly as they settled into work.  Any lingering nerves seemed to go into talking, as she explained about the amnesia, which was at least useful information, if not very reassuring.  Even with Sarah's new resolve to forget, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it might be better to remember after all, if only so she had a better idea of what to regret.  The decision seemed out of her hands in any case, so probably it was best just to hope for no sudden, bad flashbacks like Mai seemed to have had.<br/><br/>Sarah nodded absently as her companion spoke about the array, again feeling flashes of familiarity with the tech that had been lacking with the talk about the Branom-induced amnesia.  Clearly she hadn't been expecting to get caught, she thought dryly, or she might have researched that sort of thing a little more.  But hardware seemed more in her line, and she shone the light around to the next stop obediently.  "Huh, the receiver doesn't look in any better shape, does it?  That's been pretty stripped down, too, with just a few presets.  Which... seems a little odd, actually.  I mean, obviously on a prison ship it's safer to limit transmissions, just in case, but why bother with doing the same thing for receiving?  I'm guessing we won't have time for a lot of binge-watching."<br/><br/>If she'd had any more to say on that subject, however, it was quickly cut off by the sudden, jolting sound of an incomprehensible voice crackling over various speakers.  Once more she found herself scrambling, this time to keep hold of the light, and she let out a breath as she felt her heart rate start to slow back down to more normal levels.  "Oof.  Do you suppose that's someone's way of telling us that we aren't supposed to be poking around in here?" she asked, wryly.