<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>Zoey, Sarah, Open<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>"Got you...covered," Ciane grunted as the manual release finally tripped the hatch bolts. It was good to have some sort of light again. Not that she was 'afraid' of the dark in any traditional way, but seeing what you had to deal with was better than not seeing. And dark times were ambush times. Another intrusive thought.<br/><br/>"Good job." She gave Zoe and Pink-and-Purple an appraising grin as she put her shoulder to the hatch and shoved it groaningly open. Once the gap was wide enough for someone to pass through, she jerked back, waited a five count, then stuck her head out, low down, to scan the hallway. It was stupid, and she knew it- the Law wasn't going to transport them all this way just to have them jumped when they woke up. Not cost-effective, and it wouldn't get them their precious scrap. Old habits died hard, though, or you died before them.<br/><br/>"Fuck," she grumbled, looking out at flickering lights and condensate-streaked walls. "This bucket was any worse, they'd have to send another crew to salvage<em>us</em>."