"What about you?" Sariel asks. She's apparently unaware of just how out of uniform her blood-spattered nightgown makes her. "If you're--" She squints, just slightly, just for a second, at Charles. "You're a civilian? You should get to your quarters! What are you doing out he--"
The floor vibrates again, rattles with the force of something striking a distant portion of the ship, and now even the unusually low lighting's flickering.
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Date: 2012-10-23 02:41 am (UTC)The floor vibrates again, rattles with the force of something striking a distant portion of the ship, and now even the unusually low lighting's flickering.