Rozalind and XIII
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Rozalind still sat on the ground, slowly moving the fingers on her 'injured' arm, exerting her control over the hand... Yet, she still didn't trust [i]it.[/i]

"I'm not stronger, I'm [i]cursed[/i]." She looked ready to cuss out her doctor, Twain, when the pink lights flashed upon the walls. 

Rozalind looked up, puzzled for a moment. The gears in her brain slowly shifted, and she recalled a tiny bit of information from a TRIDENT procedural manual she had read a long time ago. 

"That... That means there is a breech in the hull!" She blinked, then jumped to her feet. The pink light had stopped by now, the last flash had seemed to... fizzle out...

Rozalind ran to the wall of the gym, there was a button and a speaker, there wasn't good cell service at the bottom of the ocean, the communication system was a bit archaic, but with a bit of magic in the wires it did suffice... Until now...

"Den Mother, calling in for confirmation. Is this a drill or a breach?" 

No answer.

"Drill or breach?"

No answer.

"Gil?" 

Nothing.