<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>Make, mend, and murder on her mind.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lily, then Zoe<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cinae smirked at Lily's back, amused by the sudden set of the smaller woman's shoulders in reaction to her blunt admission.<em>Don't ask the questions you don't want the answers to, luv.</em>A little fear was a good thing- it would do in place of respect, at least for now. And it was quite a spice in the rack, too.<br/><br/>Again, she got over it in a hurry, which Ciane kind of respected herself. Everyone got scared- she was no different- the issue was showing it or not, and getting on with business despite it. Little Lil kind of failed at the first, but got high marks on the second.<br/><br/>Nor was she stupid. Clearly, there was some unanticipated shite going on with the hulk. "No point in sending us up here to just 'ave us get done in," she said with a nod. "Cheaper to do it at home."  Grabbing an armload of tools- and the torch- she left a heavy shipfitter's torque wrench on top of the pile. It would make a handy club, ir one were needed. Wouldn't do the calibration of the thing much good, but it would be worse for whatever she hit with it. Even with her load, the steps were no issue at all; if anything, the brisk walk brought back memories of running, carrying far more on her back. A soldier, then, had she been?  Seemed right to her body, but wrong to her brain- what would a professional have done to get herself locked up outside atmo?<br/><br/>A bit of fear stabbed her own guts as, just when they'd reached the top of the gangway, a shudder ran through the frame of the ship, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of metal tearing somewhere not close, but still rather too. "Tha's not right at all," she grated. "Don't need to be a genius to know that ain't a healthy song."<br/><br/>Around the bend in the corridor, they found the lovely black girl fixated on one of the panels, trying to get it to say something useful. Th'fock's going on?," she demanded. "Sounds like the bloody can's tearing itself apart."  Dumping the tools, she started sorting them- but kept the wrench.  "I can cut, weld, and be general dogsbody, but I need someone ta tell me wha' to do."