<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>Suspension room, then  roaming<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mai, Zoe, General<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/><br/>"The debris-" she pronounced it 'dehbriss', of course- "-is out<em>there, </em>princess prat. The idea is we bring it in<em>here</em>. Into the holds. Salvage, like."  Gods- even she knew that much, with her street-level education. Had she been on one of these before, indeed. That one just got a roll of her eyes. What planet was this lot from, that they had no viddie, no newspapers, no nothing to tell them how the world really worked? Lily, she said her name was, was talking about watermelon for some inane reason. That sounded good about now, but she'd bet there were no nicely packaged slices of fruit anywhere aboard. More like soy paste in a tube, two flavors: Yuck, and G'dawful. Yacking about food when you didn't have any just made things worse, besides.<br/><br/>At least she'd gotten a return look from the black girl, one with some promise in it. Or so she maybe thought, right before the lights went out, and everything went to shite. More to shite.<br/><br/>"Anyone's not a hacker or a rigger, hold fockin'<em>still,</em>" she barked into the darkness in the tones of someone used to giving orders. "Last thing we need's one of us tripping in a space we don't know an' breaking our fool necks." Someone shifted behind her, making a sound of concentration, and she could hear the faint pings of a touchscreen being pressed. "You know what you're doing, luv?," she asked, in an easier tone, as she reached one arm out to judge the distance to the wall. "Rather we not find out the hard way you can vent this space to the outside, ey?"<br/><br/>Then, to the room in general, "I was faced dead at the hatch when the lights snuffed it. Figure I can get out into the hall without knocking myself too bad." Actually, she had a decent mental picture of the layout of the entire room, a skill she didn't know she had until she had to call on it. It made sense, she supposed, if her file was right. About who and what she'd been.  "Might be more light outside. At least we can get the outa this bloody freezer. Stay chill until I get it open." Fingers against the wall as a guide, she gingerly moved towards the sealed exit, encountering the bodies of the others on the way by touch and passing gently around them.