[ Benji has her own associations, but in truth, she's been on these hovercrafts enough times that that her association is now native. Still, there will always be little memories -- twisting the valve on a lantern with the water quiet and inky, or hiding beneath the floor with dust and spiders. Even then, that had felt more like something from the animal kingdom, predator and prey. The machines were so different. And she has only heard stories.
There's the soft, if clumsy sound of her placing down tea wherever seems convenient and available. Her breathing isn't quicker, but it is a little louder, the only give away that she's stood at all.
They wait there, waiting for god knows what.
Then, the sound of boot falls. Two sets. Crew moving, headed the same direction. ]
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There's the soft, if clumsy sound of her placing down tea wherever seems convenient and available. Her breathing isn't quicker, but it is a little louder, the only give away that she's stood at all.
They wait there, waiting for god knows what.
Then, the sound of boot falls. Two sets. Crew moving, headed the same direction. ]
The bridge?