-------------------------------------------------- Here is a message for you from http://web2mail.com The easy way to read and send POP email on the web -------------------------------------------------- > > >> "We have a contact right in our lap. Gunners to station, > > >> engineering stand by for maneuvering!" > > > > Woof bounds for wherever Lessa is, unless they are together (I don't > > remember if he's a gunner too...). He hands her a rescue ball. > > "Here, stand hold onto this. I don't know if you'll need it, but I > > need to get suited!" > > "What's going on?" Lessa asks as she takes the rescue ball, "I felt us > coming out of jump space. What's wrong? What can I do to help?" "Actually, nothing at the moment, except stay out of the crew's way, unless you are a skilled gunner." He smiles at her, disarmingly, pausing, "Are you?" > > Woof goes to get into his suit, then stands by. "Have you spent much time in space?" [I'm sure that there's lots that Woof knows about her now that they've spent a week together that we didn't cover] Woof
