<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gruntwork<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sarah, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Ask them," Ciane growled, drawing herself up full height to put a foot on the wrench and use her full seventy kilos to turn...one more...fucking...nut.  How in the hell had things got so frozen up, when there had been atmo and temp control all along?  When the cursed thing gave, she flashed a grin back of her shoulder at the questioner. "I'm just the help, luv." The wild hair was growing on her. Went well the bright eyes, and made the bird look exotic and fragile. Did the carpet match the drapes?, she wondered. She'd seen odder things. Was she inked, maybe?  Ciane would pay to see that one bare, almost as much as Zoey.  Not that she had anything to pay<em>with.</em><br/><br/>Crouching again, she spun the nut the rest of the way off, stuck her fingers in the cutout, and yanked the panel free. Something made a small ripping sound; the backseam of her coverall had split a bit, low down, near her tailbone. "Ah, now that's just fockin' luvly," she cursed, comically twisting to try to see her own back. "Last damn thing I need is air conditioning."<br/>