[she's one of the first in her vessel to leave as soon as the doors open. it wasn't as though she had been panicking, by now she's come to expect the unexpected, but the turbulence was unlike anything she had ever experienced and that coupled with the lack of windows was enough to make anyone a bit green at the gills.
right? it's not just her? because if that were the case damn how embarrassing. captain of a ship, a woman who has sailed worse storms than any could possibly imagine, feeling sick because of a tight enclosed squeeze of a shuttle.
so she takes a second or two to collect herself, sitting herself down on an abandoned block of something cool and metal as other newcomers scatter about like rats without heads. but as soon as she's feeling well and good and she has her land legs back, she looks up. her brows furrow, obviously confused because this is certainly not something she's ever seen (and she's seen a lot of things). she rises, hand on her hips while the other rubs her cheek. she curses underbreath.]
Shit. Where in the Void did you wind up this time, Isabela?
[a quiet rhetorical question to herself. but answers are always appreciated, of course.]
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right? it's not just her? because if that were the case damn how embarrassing. captain of a ship, a woman who has sailed worse storms than any could possibly imagine, feeling sick because of a tight enclosed squeeze of a shuttle.
so she takes a second or two to collect herself, sitting herself down on an abandoned block of something cool and metal as other newcomers scatter about like rats without heads. but as soon as she's feeling well and good and she has her land legs back, she looks up. her brows furrow, obviously confused because this is certainly not something she's ever seen (and she's seen a lot of things). she rises, hand on her hips while the other rubs her cheek. she curses underbreath.]
Shit. Where in the Void did you wind up this time, Isabela?
[a quiet rhetorical question to herself. but answers are always appreciated, of course.]