Aery, having drifted into a very strange orientation while taking notes, yelped as the gravity flipped back on and hit her head on the desk as she fell. Muttering to herself she continued going about her work, checking on her biospheres. And then, once she couldn't see, she realized that she was bleeding, and the blood was dripping into her eyes (which was bad) and onto her holopad (which was worse.)
Mumbling curses she disinfected the gash in her forehead and plastered a bandaid on it, then scrubbed the screen of her holo-tablet. She stormed down the hallway, mumbling under her breath about "good-for-nothing boys who disrupt the science of the ages by testing contraptions without any warning." She raised her voice. "A bit of warning might have been nice, Charlie! Oh, crap!" The last bit because in the jostling the freaking birdcages had come open again. She ran around through the cockpit, through the cantina, trying not to trip over instruments or packets of food, chasing the blasted birds back into their cages.
"Remind me to either get new cages or get rid of the freaking canaries, at our next stop." she mumbled, flopping down in an overly-theatrical display on the cockpit floor.