Forced labor is... new. Jack's previous stints at being incarcerated were mostly just trying to stay alive and, most recently, being frozen in cryogenic stasis so she didn't explode the entire prison and kill everyone involved.
How lucky that Peregrine managed to lock her powers down, somehow.
She's moving boxes and she's looking annoyed. Which isn't that unusual, but now she's sweating and that makes her more annoyed.
She puts a box down carelessly, just letting it drop to the ground with a thud. "Don't we have robots to do this kind of shit?"
2. OTA.
With the manual labor out of the way (or with Jack skipping out on the task early because fuck that), Jack is simply milling about the observatory, watching Peregrine's sister ship across the way. Its construction looks more familiar, closer to the human- and Turian-run prisons she's been in; Peregrine looks more like an Asari vessel, all clean lines and too pristine. She wonders if everything is the same on Feather, or if the differences continue beyond the surface.
She glances at whoever else is in the observatory and jerks a derisive thumb toward the window. "Piece of shit, right?"
jack / inmate
How lucky that Peregrine managed to lock her powers down, somehow.
She's moving boxes and she's looking annoyed. Which isn't that unusual, but now she's sweating and that makes her more annoyed.
She puts a box down carelessly, just letting it drop to the ground with a thud. "Don't we have robots to do this kind of shit?"
2. OTA.
She glances at whoever else is in the observatory and jerks a derisive thumb toward the window. "Piece of shit, right?"