Adria stopped working when her captain gave the subtle hint that she'd been working too hard at a problem that probably wasn't really a real problem, since the ship was fast enough to make being 200 km off a minor thing, and could (and has) in-fact drop them 200 km [i]closer[/i] to their intended destination than normally regarded as 'safe'.

Shrugging-off the environmental-suit as she made a 'float' up the ladder and skipping across the cargo-hold in its reduced state of gravity was pretty straightforward as she quickly oriented herself for the normal-gravity of the cabins-area, where she quickly tried to brush the built-up crud out of her hair even as the discarded clothes still gently fell through the air of the cargo-hold like a gigantic sweat-soaked feather.

She then quickly made it through the commons-area by Musan towards her stateroom to finish cleaning herself up a bit. A quick face and hand-wash, followed by a long vest to decorate her otherwise bland computer-woven mesh-armor, which she still wore mostly because it was running diagnostics on sensor-data for all the plumbing in the power-room.

Now properly dressed to relax, she presented herself to Musan and collapsed onto the couch beside her captain and groaned at a frustrating morning in the power-room.

[b]"*sigh* Still haven't found out why the J-drive is misbehaving lately. I'm starting to think we were ripped-off at the last starport with bad fuel. But running it through our ship's refinery still yields no difference."[/b]

She then saw what Musan was watching on the monitor.

[b]"This again? Have the judges finally caught that prankster that threw a grav-belt into the 8th hole and made it levitate everyone's balls off the green for a week?"[/b] She smirked, hinting that [i]maybe[/i] someone had told her who the culprit was.