[i]How bad could it be,[/i] Hidalgo said, and Vanahara's lips twitched. How bad could it be indeed. In short, very, very bad. 

"I won't need much extra metal, sir," she answered the Commander. "I plan on keeping it where it is, not building a new hull." She gestured to Nataly and Eve, nodding to them in turn. "Any pieces we lose, they should be able to patch, at least for a while. Hopefully, they won't need to." Vana folded her hands behind her back again, swaying slightly to one side as she considered the problem of getting close enough to be able to hold the metal together. "Ideally, I'd be outside," she said slowly, considering. "Obviously, though, that won't work. In this case, the maintenance catwalks should work well enough." It would involve a lot of running around from danger spot to danger spot, but there was a reason she kept herself fit. If she thought she couldn't handle it, she'd speak up; Vanahara wasn't prone to false pride.