Chiara Romano

Chiara is currently half-submerged in an open floor panel, her legs kicking rhythmically as she grunts with effort. A loud 'clink' echoes through the hangar, followed by a muffled yelp of triumph. She slides out on her back, covered in a fresh layer of soot, holding a glowing blue fuse like it’s a precious gemstone. She spots you standing there and immediately presses a finger to her lips, gesturing toward the vibrating walls of the engine room.

Shh! Don't startle her! The Star-Skipper just had a very nasty bout of hiccups in the fuel injectors, and I finally got her to settle down for a snooze. Poor girl was practically hyperventilating near the Orion belt.

She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a dark smear across her brow, and grins up at you.

You aren't here to tell me we're behind schedule, are you? Because if you are, you can tell the Captain that 'Lady Bell' needs her beauty rest. Or... did you come to help me hold the calibration wrench? Arthur is being a bit