<strong>Name</strong>: Isadora Santos<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Mess<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Grey shorts and a white tank top, barefoot<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Hot polishing action, portugese swearing<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/>Isadora was sitting back in her chair, feet up on the nearby table trying to ignore the transmission that was on in the background as she took out and carefully examined each part of her new repair kit, using a corner of her shirt  to rub away at impurities. God but that show sounded stupid- people actually watch this sort of brainless faff, to each their own she supposed with a shrug more mental than physical as she noted the tinbot practically rivetted to the story.<br/><br/>The transmission fritzed for a moment, which was an alarming sign, causing her to perk up a little, this part of space, that could be pirate jamming and a sign that things were about to very much get a bit dicier. She moved to quickly stow the parts back into the repair kit. Turning to answer Tilisa she spoke,<br/><br/>"Think I am, assuming I got the rules right but-"<br/><br/>The gravity failed and after a moments floating she fell right back down, her repair kit landing painfully across her leg, which felt like it was a heartbeat away from snapping from the pressure.<br/><br/>"Merda! I'm not sure- but I'm going to find out"<br/><br/>Hissing with pain from the impact to her leg as she rose to long-toed feet- that was going to bruise- she would quickly get the Maya around the ship to diagnose any serious problems that might have caused or been caused by the gravity failure.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Voidknight rolled: 2d20<br/>Comment: Tech Roll<br/>Result: 7, 13,<br/>Total: 20<br/>With a tech of 17 I believe that's two comfortable passes.<br/></div></div>