It'd been a few hours since we'd left the station, en-route to repair the USG Ishimura. The three security officers were having a rather loud, albeit humorous conversation in the other cabin, as I sat in the other, tinkering with my helmets damaged insulation. So engrossed in the the torn metallic cloth and the words of the former militants I'd completely missed the entrance if the fifth crew member of the Kellion, the only woman might I add.
"You're pretty quiet? I don't think I've heard you say a single word." I looked to the woman, chuckling slightly and returning to the helmet, giving up on repairing the insulation and beginning to tear the damaged pieces out.
"Sorry, don't have much to talk about, sound like theirs a pretty lively Conversation happening in the other pod if you'd like a good talk." I said with a smile, jokingly dismissing her, putting down my space screwdriver. I extended my hand to her.
"Isaac Clarke."
"Kendra Daniels..." She smiled warmly, shaking hands we'd introduced ourselves.
"...nasty bit of insulation damage, on that bucket of yours, how'd that happen." She sat, lounging against the wall on the couch across me.
I picked up the brown tinged helmet, showing her a large area that was a slightly different shade of the brown.
"My last job was repairing a MMAR grid, when I deactivated the thing it's field inverted for few minutes as it bled its charge, lucky the rock it'd attracted hadn't been bigger or it would've taken my head off, doubly lucky that the air flow from my helmet slammed me through a window" I said tracing the repair plate i'd put on and she laughed slightly.
"Vary lucky Mr Clarke." She took the helmet from my hand, examining my repairs. I stood turning from her and our conversation for a moment, grabbing a few food rations from a pantry.
I put them on the table and returned to my seat, she returning my helmet to me and grabbing a ration bar.
"What about you, any humorous jobs." I said tearing the metallic covering from the food bar, eyeing how to patch the new insulation into the helmet.
She eyed my makeshift insulation idea for a moment, pushing the covering of her own bar to me before answering.
"No, being a lab tech isn't anywhere near as eventful as that, I usually have to deal with Nerds who don't know how to work their own equipment properly." I smiled, finishing the patch job and putting the helmet aside.
"That's sounds pretty bad, maybe when we get to the Ishi..." I began.
"We will arrive at the USG Ishimura in five minutes." The computers automated voice cut off my pass at her, she looked to me, a knowing smirk gracing her lips. Wordlessly she stood, her hand purposefully grazing my shoulder.