SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Osilon]

Scratch seemed impassive behind the goggles, as always, infuriatingly so. But the hard grimace on her face showed her indecision.
"Guh...well, the bays would hold a small transport, but...I GUESS I could bring up one of those blasted airlocks for that flying frankenstein of a ship you've got out there.."
She scratches her head lightly, thinking about it.
"They should work, but it throws off the whole system something nasty when we dock with another large vessel. Don't ask me why."
She shrugs gently, then walks towards a wall intercom. "Octavia?"
There was a sharp clatter as someone falls off a chair on the other side of the connection, and Scratch raises a hand to her forehead, leaning it against the wall with a deep sigh. "You were looking at the picture, weren't you."
A moment of silence came over the intercom.
"Of course not."
More silence.
"Maybe?"
Vinyl smirked, looking back at Eva for a moment.
"Can you power up the aft port airlock while you're up there?"
"'Course..."
"Thank you."
With that, she removed her finger from the intercom button, turning back to Eva, with a slight sigh, brushing back her unruly hair only for it to fall right back into place.
"There. That should give us...something to work with, I guess..."

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