<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>Mai, Zoe, Sarah, Open<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>"Why, you wanna order dim sum?"  Did this girl not realize that they might be within a few hours of dying? Or a few minutes, even? Her newly-blossoming hatred of Asians was inconsistent and illogical; she didn't remember knowing any before. That seemed hardly possible, given how mixed all the races were pretty much everywhere now, but she suspected it was a result of the superior attitudes of the slant-eyed salarymen, coming into the Undercity looking for a boom-boom girl that could make them feel like they were living dangerously. So long as they had a few buddies to back them up and help hold her down-<br/><br/><em>-where the hell did<strong> that</strong> come from?</em>No time to worry about it right then.<br/><br/>The hatch was electrically locked, of course, which meant it was dead weight with the systems offline. But every electrical system had a mechanical backup. There ought to be a- there it was, a popout crank, found by touch, low down on the metal panel.  The sounds from behind her were encouraging; one of the other girls- was it the one with the crazy hair?- apparently had some experience, as well. Between her and Black beauty, they might get out of this yet. Probably right into some other pile of shite, but one crisis at a time. At least there was more light now, so she could see what she was doing with the hatch release, avoid breaking her damn knuckles.<br/><br/>The crank didn't want to move but that was something she knew how to get past. She was big, and she was strong, and she had vague flashes of learning how to use it, and against things  lot more dangerous than a fucking bit of inanimate metal.. A few savage jerks in opposite directions broke the thing free, and it began to turn with a squealing rasp, as it drew back the lock bolts.<br/><br/>"Oi," she called over her shoulder, suddenly grasping onto an unpleasant thought. "Are we holed? Do we even know if there's pressure outside?"  Wouldn't<em>that</em>be lovely. Open the hatch and breathe thin for a brief bit, or stay trapped in a small unheated room, waiting to freeze, starve AND suffocate. At that point, she might as well make the rounds, and get a leg over each of the others in turn. Go out with a bang.<br/><br/>So to speak.