<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>At the door<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lily<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>Ciane listened to the others plan, and nodded to herself. let the Tech types tech, and let Princess...call her mum, or whatever.  "I'll tag on," she said to Lily, when she announced she was going to look for tools. "It's odds-on we'll run into other buggered hatches or whatall, and I don't fancy breakin' me arse trying to force them all." Besides, it'd be good to get an idea of what kind of shape the hull and physical systems were in, electronics aside, to see if they could actually do the job they were sentenced to do.<br/><br/>Second aside:  the right tool could make a good weapon, if it came to it. Not that she really expected to need weapons, really- but that was exactly when you ended up needing one, when you were happy and stupid and feeling safe.<br/><br/>Besides the asides- "That'd be where the pressure suits are, too, ey?," she grunted. "Assumin' there are any. If there ahn't, or none of 'em fit, we're well and truly done up before we even start." It seemed unlikely there'd be one that would fit her Amazonian build, but that was just fine by her. She'd be overjoyed to have an excuse to stay inboard in the (relatively) warm and pressurized air while the others went out and wrestled with bits of junk, pushing a button or making a log entry from time to time.