8-537: Shipwreck, Interior
She dry-retches and Lia can see her, with a determined effort, prevent herself from heaving in her helmet.
She opens her eyes.
“For sure two fingers of rum’d go down a treat right now.”
She explores the crack in her helmet with a gloved finger.
“Still tight by the feel of it.”
Carefully she stands up.
Karmen’s command of invective is fairly poor, when she swears it’s a bit like watching someone angry on a kids television show.
“OK, we’re getting you back to the Hopper ASAP.”
Do either of them have a patch of some kind that might temporarily prevent that crack from spreading?