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While Emma did not spend nearly enough time in there, the life support lab most definitely did feel like her responsibility. She had not pieced together everything immediately, but Serra was right; there was a good chance that the oxygenators had been damaged. Those had never had a problem that defied expectation before. Whatever the cause of this elusive menace to the ship, it caused short-term problems that could fold into long-term ones. Literally nothing could continue without the ability to breathe. Oh, the perils of being human with such ridiculous requirements for sustaining of life.
They hadnât moved yet. Sure, only a few moments had passed, but they probably needed to get going. Emma started to reach for Serraâs arm to urge her to come along, but thought better of it. Withdrawing her hand so that the both of them would not be stuck in the middle of the tunnel, she looked for a good handhold instead. There. Yes. She could do this. Best case scenario, nothing was wrong, or someone already had this down, but double and triple checking did not mean taking up residence next to oneâs post. The idea of implementing that did continue to sound awfully appealing, howeverâŠ
âIâm revising my post-apocalyptic plan tonight,â Emma said, pushing toward the lab. It was not an incredibly far distance to travel, but it could have been miles since she was not there. âYouâre going in my top 3 picks for who I want on my team.â She was trying to be reassuring, and liked to think that she had done a relatively okay job.
She couldnât help but smile, a little, slightly pleased by the compliment, even if it was probably undeserved -- the second Emma realized that Serra had little to no mechanical knowledge about the way the life support machines worked in anything but theory, she might reconsider that decision.
   âI was always very good at humans versus zombies,â she said, with half a laugh, and then started making her way up (down? across? the lack of gravity was a linguistic issue she still didnât love) the ladder towards the cross-section, and then through and towards the doorway of the life support room.
The momentary ventilation glitch, whatever the cause, had been enough to cause the emergency pressure doors to shut, so she set immediately to work inputing the code needed to manually release them so they could get inside the station. With the pressure now (hopefully, unless something in there was seriously wrong) equalized, she hoped opening the doors wouldnât cause any unexpected problems, but either way they needed to figure out what was going on in there.
   âYou alright?â she asked, finally, as Emma caught up to her. Physically, sure, they could both breathe again, but that didnât necessarily mean they were both alright.Â














