I'm usually not. [Despite the delicacy of her work, Aeryn's focus is more on the dark expanse of stars in front of her more than it is the wires in her gloved fingers. She holds her breath for too long. Thinks she sees movement where there is none.
It's longer than the amount of time she'd asked for when dizziness prickles at the base of her skull, making her feel simultaneously unbalanced and insubstantial. No matter what she might want, she's out of time.
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It's longer than the amount of time she'd asked for when dizziness prickles at the base of her skull, making her feel simultaneously unbalanced and insubstantial. No matter what she might want, she's out of time.
Aeryn shuts her eyes, sets her tools down.]