6.
You don't discourage John's attentions, though you do your best to concentrate on your work at least somewhat.
A triumphant smile spreads across your face.
"There. Almost done... just have to..." Suddenly the entire ship rocks, sending you and John off balance. You land halfway cushioned in his lap. The cable you had been holding bursts, sending a painful wave of heat through your left hand. You drop it, with a small exclamation of pain. The vessel rocks again.
Before you can get up, John takes your injured hand in his own, examining it.
"We don't have time for this." You announce, jerking your hand away painfully.
~ If you go to command to find out what the frell is going on, go to chapter 7
~ If you comm. Crais to ask him what's happening, go to chapter 8
~ If you are annoyed with the sudden inclusion of a (gasp) crisis in this story, and you want to simply ignore it and go have sex with Chrichton go to chapter 9