Murray walked into the bay, hands stuffed into the pockets of her dress uniform. Why she was so dressed up was anyone's guess, but at least she looked good doing it. "What is it now, Driva? The new shells ready for the core installation?"
She looked to the other operatives in the room, noticeably Nova, curious. "You seem tense, Nova. Calm down, alright? I don't need you having an aneurysm before we get these things deployed."
She looked at the bomb shells, eyeing the work.
