"Something's wrong with the Zaldarian broadcast," the tech pants, half-leaning in the doorway. Poor thing! Given the speed with which she was obviously running over here, her messy bun is starting to come apart underneath her grease-smudged bandana and the zipper of her jumpsuit is losing its valiant battle. (A twisted knot peeks out over the top of the zipper, also fighting its own valiant battle.) "Did you not get--? The [i]Empress[/i]'s feed is stuttering and-- double-check the signal, come on!" She runs a hand across that vibrant green-and-teal bandana, zipper slipping a little more, and then squats to check the console's connections. "Something loose...?"

[i]"More breathless," Smokeless Jade Fires says with a flick of her nails. Her outfit is Nouveau Sacrée, the half-jacket luxuriously embroidered, the skin-tight leggings trailing tassels, the top as much armor as it is clothing. "You ran up the stairs, didn't you? This is so important that they can't stop to think, and... now, get up now!"[/i]

With half an explanation on her lips, the technician suddenly straightens up and turns, colliding with the smaller Terenian and knocking her right into the console. "[i]Sh[/i]it," she hisses, only half-acting. "I, uh..." She makes a show of glancing between the console and the fallen Terenian on the floor, and then helps her up. Behind the woman's back, the technician deftly plugs a little stick into the console. Not that she'll be able to notice with those curves pressed up against her. "I'm so sorry," she breathes, looking her victim in the eye. "That looked like it hurt. Look, just take a seat, I'll get this handled. The Empress can bite my head off over this, 'kay?"

[i]"What a delightful little actress you are, Dolly. But we've known that all along, haven't we? So good at hiding your shamelessness~" The goddess doesn't let any of her agitation show. She can focus on Dolly's senses, but Dolly can't keep an eye on both of them at the same time, and there's only so much that hearing can do. So, as usual, she focuses on what, on who she can control. "Now, get under there. Arch your back, make a show of getting in there, let them be mesmerized and never stop to wonder why~"[/i]

With a suggestive flick of the ears and quick blink, hips wiggling with long practice, Dolly turns away from her victim and starts working her way into the console, where she will discover the problem and "solve" it, leaving behind a dark crescent mesh connected to exposed circuitry. Foolproof. (And by the time she gets out, that zipper will be at her navel...)