Imania always seems to have three too many things to do than she has time for. Afternoon briefings, engineering checks, logs, reports, a meeting with stellar cartography to try and figure out where in all hell they even might possibly be... She's headed to Engineering when she spies an open turbolift, and she quickly slides in before the doors close. Excellent, shaved a few seconds off waiting for the next one.
She gives a polite nod to the blond woman in the lift with her--another displaced person from who only knew where. She's glad, in a way, that these folks are coming to her ship, instead of, say, a Romulan Warbird, or a Cardassian Freighter or something--at least here they'll be safe and taken care of. And who knows? They might turn out to be most useful guests after all--some of them have amazing skillsets.
Imania gasps sharply when the turbolift jolts and then screeches to a sudden stop. She's absolutely still for just a moment, and when the lift makes no sign of resuming its course, she gives a grating sigh. She grumbles a horrid curse in Klingon (since Bajoran swear words were far too mild for the situation), and then looks up when the blond woman asks if she's all right. She checks her irritation and straightens, giving the woman a bit of a smile.
"Yes, thank you," she says, "and you?" She doesn't appear to be injured, at least. "Ugh, this is exactly what I need today. I had thought the lifts had been repaired, but I guess this one snuck by on good behavior."
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She gives a polite nod to the blond woman in the lift with her--another displaced person from who only knew where. She's glad, in a way, that these folks are coming to her ship, instead of, say, a Romulan Warbird, or a Cardassian Freighter or something--at least here they'll be safe and taken care of. And who knows? They might turn out to be most useful guests after all--some of them have amazing skillsets.
Imania gasps sharply when the turbolift jolts and then screeches to a sudden stop. She's absolutely still for just a moment, and when the lift makes no sign of resuming its course, she gives a grating sigh. She grumbles a horrid curse in Klingon (since Bajoran swear words were far too mild for the situation), and then looks up when the blond woman asks if she's all right. She checks her irritation and straightens, giving the woman a bit of a smile.
"Yes, thank you," she says, "and you?" She doesn't appear to be injured, at least. "Ugh, this is exactly what I need today. I had thought the lifts had been repaired, but I guess this one snuck by on good behavior."