tergi:
damn. the equipment he needed to attempt a repair of the loading bay hookups that cabbie had damaged during their departure —— and attempt was the key word here, given that was not really something they were prepared for —— was far upon one of the top shelves in the supply room of the ship. tergie hears someone in the hall and scampers ( he hates that word, but it is rather apt ) out to grab their attention. ‘ somebody put the welder out of my reach. mind giving me a hand ? ’ @adrestiacull
Adrestia had already felt largely out of place on the ship, not particularly fond of the ‘get-to-know-you’ small talk that group missions seemed to call for. Still, she had no desire to make waste of the time she did have on the ship and figured taking stock of what supplies they did have would be reasonably productive as pre-mission prep. Much to her dismay, the supply room isn’t empty as she runs into the technician, a frown forming on her face, “I suppose I can grab it,” she mutters lowly, with the roll of her eyes, “Is it this one?” she asks, pointing to the first metal object she comes across, having no real concept of what a ‘welder’ was.
