[h3][center][i]Jannah[/i] Hangar: Intermission[/center][/h3]

"[i]Having[/i] gravity was the problem, this time." The colonial native responded almost sheepishly, brushing what was under her nose with the cuff of her sleeve. Another stain on her work clothes, but it wasn't the first. She was more concerned with the fact that she'd forgotten to wipe it away the first time. Could have been a problem if Joan hadn't filled in the blanks herself. She squeezed the chaplain a little tighter, shrugging slightly while Yatogami departed. "Let go of a wrench thinking it'd float. Only works when you're in zero g, turns out. Newton can thank me for the peer review later."

"You feeling alright?" The question, so close to her first one as to almost be a repeat, was accompanied by casual attention to her friend's hair. One of her hands freed itself from the hug deemed necessary by her extensive on-the-job-spirit-boosting-training to correct a few blatantly errant bits of alabaster hair that she spotted. "And don't fib to me, Father, Jack'll give me a boost so I can scold you at eye level."

"Back me up, old man."

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