[center][color=silver][h3]The Gray Dynasty: Abigail Harlow[/h3][/color]

[color=silver]Current Deployment:[/color] Venus[/center]

“Finn, probably the most mysterious member of the group,” Abigail responded, eyeing the older man with curiosity. “You're right about the ship, it's certainly someth-” her train of thought was immediately cut off by a series of loud metallic thuds. Now, Abigail was an engineer. She was more than accustomed to hearing machinery being broken. So to see such a powerful look of awestruck confusion pass across her features may, to the uninitiated, have caused a flicker of concern. She gently raised an index finger, mouth agape, and listened intently as Victor's terse grunting echoed through the corridors. 

[b]“We’re behind schedule and preparing for takeoff. You’ll be getting a run down for our first course of action once we’re off planet. I hope you’ve settled in.”
[/b]

There was a brief pause. “...Well I'll be damned,” murmured Abigail in quiet contemplation. “I didn't think he'd manage to figure it out on his own.” Taking a brief moment to savour the occasion, Abigail nonchalantly added “Our captain is technologically challenged, but he's the best damn tactician to ever sail the stars. We best do as he says,” she clapped her hands together and started to make her way up the ladder. “Plenty of time to chat later, eh?”

“...Eh?” The entire ship whirred into life. Abigail had just made it up the ladder into the upper floor when the artificial gravity kicked in. She looked perplexed by the whole ordeal until Reika's dulcet tones reverberated through the chamber. 

[b]"Ladies and gentlemen of the Wight, this is your pilot speaking. We're about to take off, so I'm gonna activate the artificial gravity, but I'd recommend taking a seat anyway unless you wanna fall flat on your ass or worse."[/b]

“The fuck she wouldn't,” Abigail grunted as she immediately slid back down the ladder. “Get into a room it'll hurt less-” she blurted, grabbing her holopad and punching in a few codes. The touchpads for the doors to all of the dorms suddenly went green - she must have overrode the locking mechanism so that they'd open upon approach. In doing so, however, Abigail wasted precious seconds that could have gone to good use. Before she had the chance to get through her own doorway, Reika took off, and Abigail took off with her. 

It was not a graceful tumble. She went rolling down the relatively short gangway and slammed into the far wall with an uncomfortable sounding bang whilst the din of the thrusters muffled her noises. Immediately, Abigail struggled to her hands and knees and pressed a black handkerchief to her face whilst her shoulders shook in a few spasms. As the noise level settled and the rest of the crew emerged, they could possibly hear Abigail releasing a series of wet, hacking coughs. The fit passed quite uneventfully as she brought herself to her feet and wiped at her mouth with the now damp cloth. She took a deep breath. She stretched until she felt a crack. Gingerly, she rubbed her shoulder. “Well that was exciting,” she commented with such forced cheerfulness that the icy undertones should have turned her lips blue. Abigail seemed to visibly tense, jaw clenching, fists tightening as another deep breath hissed through her nostrils like a jet of steam. That handkerchief squelched under the pressure as a thin red ribbon trickled between her fingers, splashing a drop or two of blood onto the steel tiles - hardly noticeable, unless one was particularly observant or looking for it. She seemed to be doing her damnedest to calm down.

But it wasn't working. Abigail made a beeline for the ladder and climbed it two rungs at a time.