[One member of the maintenance crew is a young guy with spiky blond hair, quick to smile and piss poor at staying still. Even when he snaps pictures of the damages—"gotta turn these over to insurance!" he chirps, if asked—it's dynamic, crouching on the spot or nudging bots aside with a foot.
You might even catch him sprawled inside the ruptured hull, half hanging out of the ship while he uses a commlink like a flashlight. "MAINTENANCE" is stamped across the back of his jacket, like the various other crew helping around the site.]
Maaaaaan, talk about a mess! [He threads some of the wires together, realizes he's missing the tools he needs to solder them, and lies there, stymied for a second before he flags down the first person he sees.] Hey! Pass me that toolbelt, yeah?
no subject
You might even catch him sprawled inside the ruptured hull, half hanging out of the ship while he uses a commlink like a flashlight. "MAINTENANCE" is stamped across the back of his jacket, like the various other crew helping around the site.]
Maaaaaan, talk about a mess! [He threads some of the wires together, realizes he's missing the tools he needs to solder them, and lies there, stymied for a second before he flags down the first person he sees.] Hey! Pass me that toolbelt, yeah?
[It's hopeful.]