[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: Core Reactor ---> The Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]Tryke reached up to rub the sweat off her forehead, only to awkwardly swipe her glove across the covering of her suit. She chuckled a bit, delicately climbing off of the base of the core, and reimagining the protective bubble around her. It helped her to imagine what she wanted done when using her talent. She made her way to the titanium door of the cement casing, once again punching in her code. The same voice warned her about radiation, only to be ignored again. Going through the door, Tryke closed it, repeating the process with the outer glass door. 

Right as it closed behind her, the very minute, the alarms began screeching. [color=cc66ff]"Fucking hell,"[/color] Tryke groaned, glancing at the elevator. She didn't want to imagine what could have gone wrong this time--the core reactor had been bad enough, surely nothing could be worse?

Punching in her code for the elevator, Tryke climbed inside, glancing over at the monitors. The alarms indicated that something afoul had occurred in the infirmary. Frowning a bit, she couldn't help but assume that the T-1 had caused a problem. Perhaps her true colors had finally revealed themselves. 

"Tryke, we have some vent leak that just happened up in the infirmary. Not sure what the cause was, the alarm went off and it is showing a wall break and a breach up there now. Rest of the crew is tied up with the other repairs until we get back up brought in later tonight. Is the core alright and do you have time to get up there and check out the infirmary or do you want me to pull someone from elsewhere to head up there?"

[color=cc66ff]"Nice to hear from you too, Craig, thanks for asking how I am,"[/color] Tryke muttered, rolling her eyes. [color=cc66ff]"I'm great, by the way."[/color]

She let out a deep breath, taking in the information. It shouldn't take too much work--an inspection, determination of what was wrong, and then fixing the issue. There was no reason for her to deny taking on the repair--her entire team was working themselves to death over it, and an issue in the infirmary was never good news for anyone. [color=cc66ff]"Core's fine. I'm on my way over to the infirmary to check it out now."[/color]

Punching in the code for the infirmary, Tryke waited as the elevator shot her up a good twenty or so floors. Still clad in the hazmat suit, Tryke couldn't be damned to stop and properly store it. It wasn't like it was dangerous or anything--it was just a glorified slab of lead, really. The elevator doors opened and she peeked inside, her eyes flashing around as she tried to locate the problem.

[color=cc66ff]"Craig said you had a..."[/color] her voice trailed off, glancing at the gurney Tristan had been placed onto. She gulped, her eyes wide.

She really wished she had sent someone else to check on the infirmary.