Ensign Delphina Wren- Back in Business
Grace McDermott
((Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Wren: I really am okay. I feel better now, I just… ::shaking herself a little:: I needed a second
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
Standing a little unsteadily, she felt Remy against her neck, sending a rhythmic pulse of encouragement, and she hesitated a moment, resting a hand against him. He was back in her hair, legs tucked in. oO I should really look into when he figured out how to be a service animal…. But he is such a good boy. Oo Reflexively she rubbed the joints in his legs again, feeling him make a happy little chirp noise.
Wren: Alright, let’s take a look at what we have here. (peering into the open panel) Oh, does this…. ::pulling out what looks like two gel packs melted together:: Do you think this is what’s going on? It looks as though a couple of these are like this.
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
Wren: Hang on, I’ll ::pauses before she reaches in again, pulling on an engineering glove:: I’ll reach up and see how far it goes.
Trying not to feel a little grossed out from the leaking biogel, Delphina wound her hand up as high as it would go. Admittedly, though, it wasn’t even close to far enough, and she glanced over to Evinrude.
Wren: Try reaching in there, but be careful. ::To shortrith:: When exactly did you lose your notes, and did you do a pen and paper backup?
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
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