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[volatileconstructs]

Mica's spent most of life underground and storms were still a relatively new experience for her. She'd never been very fond of thunder and when it claps in the distance, she immediately vacates the top deck, tools left sprawled about where she'd been working. At least she'd had enough of a mind to close the panel exposing the ship's innards.

The grease on her hands and arms and legs are the last things on her mind as she rides the elevator down to deck 2.

Nah, she was just going to go hide until the storm blew over.

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[volatileconstructs]

She takes a deep breath.

"I cannot now. The ship? She is not rocking so much."

Please don't make her go back up there, Sam.

[daddyslegacy]

"And have Rowe breathing down my neck? She's touchy about her things, Mica. You know that. And it won't be me that gets in trouble if her things get lost."

He presses his lips together, staring at her, arms folded taught against his chest.

[volatileconstructs]

The storm would pass eventually. Rowe's anger? Was not so kind.

Mica's shoulders drops and she looks up at Samuel with resigned expression.

"Fine," she says, "But if I die, I will haunt you."

[daddyslegacy]

Samuel barks a laugh, grinning at her from where he's standing.

"I don't know, is that something I should find threatening? It doesn't sound that bad."

[volatileconstructs]

Mica smiles for the first time and turns to look at him.

"When I am done with you, Samuél, your Captain Rowe will seem the Saint, hm?"

Now, she must steel herself for the storm. She turns on her heels to go do as she's been told.