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The music is loud enough to be felt through the bulkheads of her quarters and within Sabine is busy. She's got a blaster disassembled and is reading Imperial comm specs on a datapad as she cleans the blaster by muscle memory. Another datapad is running a few simulations on explosive compounds, and there are sketches strewn about the room; half finished and seemingly forgotten. There are also several new gadgets on her other work bench, set aside as some new task takes her attention; dataspikes, explosive detonators, and more.

With the new goal for the crew, Sabine might be a little worried her skills aren't up to task. She'd never admit it, and it's more her technical skills she worried about, but there it is. To be fair, it's been a long time since she's sliced into Imperial comms.

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13/6/18 21:29 (UTC)
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Hera's smile is small, but she makes no effort to stifle it, and she reaches out to rest her hand on Sabine's shoulder, a steadying weight.

"If it helps you feel on top of things, I won't tell you to stop."

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13/6/18 22:17 (UTC)
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"But not off," Hera agrees, still smiling. It's not that she's relieved to see that Sabine is holding up, but --

It's always better when your crew isn't hovering near the ragged edge, and sometimes it gets closer than she likes.

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