Work, was one of the few solaces that Seda felt she had, and as of the moment, she was utterly engrossed in it. Electrical Power had mysteriously left a compartment the other night, and her and a team had just been called. She thought that enough notices had been posted to avoid someone wandering in… of course she had neglected to realize that either one of the blind Astropaths could easily miss such a notice. There were not many repair crews out, only two of the priests in red robes and a few of the grey robed Mechwrites whom did the bulk of the physical labor of rewiring the electrical systems and were currently checking the wiring further down for faults.<br/><br/>Seda was at the center of the gaggle of priests, and the calm dulcet tones she normally kept to were long gone and she was communicating in a flurry of the harsh clicks and static that comprised Lingua Technis. Her and two other red robed priests were sitting with a panel wide open, discussing the contents with… what seemed like annoyance. After all, it had just re-routed itself so that the proper connection was literally across the hallway and the best they could do for the moment was place an extension and hope that no one stumbled through until the machine spirits could be appeased and a more appropriate solution reached. This being one of the Mechwrites’ brilliant ideas that the Explorator was utterly displeased with, in fact, she thought to herself that someone could come along any minute and completely throw out all of the power. Some unnamed entity in the warp, clearly thought that yes, this would be hilarious and exactly as the thought crossed her head, she’d hear someone stumble behind her and the compartment would go completely dark. She would hear the call of 'anyone there' but not quite recognize the voice from the distortion of the echo.<br/><br/>“Magos? Perhaps we should route it over the… Magos? Where are you going?” The Techpriest next to her would struggle to get her attention as she’d stand up, not even facing where the disruption had come from, knowing that exactly as she feared had come to pass. The low drone of static and crackling from the disrupted panel blocking out any nearby sound as Seda and the other priest would scramble to stop the noise,  only able to muffle it by placing a rag over it. Not even cracking a glow globe open as she’d storm down the hallway, ready to have words with whoever had interrupted the repairs.<br/><br/>“What are you blind? That wire was thicker than your skull.” She spoke with a low growling venom as she’d harshly grab the wire and pick it up… just as the Techiest subordinate came up behind her with a glow globe and she would see whom exactly she had just started to scold. Her face going pale as she’d swallow stopping dead in her tracks, and laughing nervously as she realized she… had just accused not only the Astropath Transcendent, but someone she had grown rather fond of at that last gathering and hadn’t quite had a chance to speak too since. Mostly due to the amount of repairs that her and the rest of the Mechanicus on the ship had to see to over the past few days.<br/><br/>She couldn’t bring herself to do anything but nervously laugh for a few minutes, eventually coughing and clearing her throat.<br/>“Well… I suppose I can excuse you from blame… all things considered.” She’d say stiffly finding herself biting her lip as the priest that was with her would stifle a laugh under his re-breather. Seda narrowing her eyes and glaring down at the other Tech-priest whom would slink back to the repair panel, the broken section of wire held carefully aloft by his Mechadendrite.<br/><br/>“See to it the wire gets mended to the –top- of the hall this time… If it’s going to have to be left like that while we diagnose, then I do not want anyone else tripping over it.” She’d say loudly enough that the crews working throughout the hall would be able to hear her, or at least pass it down further.  Her attention would swiftly turn to Nikolai who would be offered one of her Mechadenrites to assist him up.<br/><br/>“I’m terribly sorry, I was so busy working with the Electropriest, I didn’t hear you coming.” She’d say, bowing her head and gritting her teeth slightly. Not only was she at fault for his fall, but in the fleeting moment of anger she had asked him if he was blind. Thankful, there seemed to be no other ways she could grievously and publicly humiliate herself for the moment she would lean down slightly, moving closer to an eye level with him, looking him over to see if he looked as if he had been injured in his fall.