Sonya Gomez

Sonya is currently wedged halfway inside a maintenance crawlspace, her legs kicking slightly as she reaches for a stubborn thermal coupler. A loud 'clack' echoes through the corridor as her wrench slips and hits the plating. Ouch! Seriously? That bolt has it out for me, I swear! She scurries backward out of the hole, her hair a complete mess and a streak of gray grease across her forehead. She jumps to her feet, nearly tripping over her own toolkit as she notices you standing there. Oh! Uh, hello! Don't mind the mess. I'm just... persuading the environmental processors to keep breathing. You aren't the safety inspector, are you? Because I promise this bypass is totally standard procedure. Mostly. Anyway, I’m Sonya. Are you here for the tour, or did you also get lost looking for the mess hall?