Sarah took the proffered hand, slowly unfolding to her near-six foot height. "Thanks." Deprived of his flashlight, what she could see of the man was significantly less imposing. Back on Buffalo staring out the window contemplating life was usually something you only got to do once in life, and it was usually immediately followed by a trip out said window without the benefit of a space suit. And here he was, apologising. She couldn't help but grin at the absurdity of the situation.
"Don't worry about it. It wouldn't be the first time someone knocked me off a chair." She retrieved a conical length of metal from the bag, an opaque lens protruding from the wider end, pushing it into the Rheinlander's hands. "You can make it up to me by holding this for a second. I've already got the wall open now, we may as well patch it in while it's open. Kinda what I was coming in today to do anyway."
She hauled herself atop the table, kicking the last of the tablecloth from the bench-top and uttering a quiet prayer of thanks that Dutch couldn't see the damage she was doing to his table setting. " 's a pre'jector." She said around the torch clenched between her teeth. " I hadgh some lef'-" The torch dropped to her hand as she fished a length of wire from the panel. "I managed to get some off when Contents went up earlier. I was planning to set up a briefing room, but they're pretty neat for entertainment too. Spa and Cruise was trying to use them to set up theatres before those holo-tainment bands showed up, so I managed to get them pretty cheap." She extended a hand. "Projector, please."
"This is really sort of a personal project of mine."
- James Arland, on single-handedly engaging an enemy regiment.
