Upon hearing the PA system, Aureil had sat up in shock. She looked before her on top of a metallic workbench to see a mangled mess of a machine with metal plates, circuitry, and wires jutting out in all directions. Unrecognizable from it's original form, yet still a machine that was a complete foreign object to her. A mystery deemed worthy of solving later upon realizing that Aureil herself had not slept in the past cycle, and In a tired whisper, Aureil sang an old tune from her youth while suppressing a yawn.
"Ipsum sine... somniantis est, supputare."
In response to her words, her right hand trembled slightly as the angle grinder she held in it turned into a small wave of machines and displaced themselves into the handle that remained in her hand. Aureil gently set it, the vial, down on the workbench before her, followed by her brown utility gloves, and then topped by the face shield she had worn only to clumsily pick herself up into a stand. Her Orange jumpsuit, she noticed, was adorned by many minuscule metal shards that had shaded the jumpsuit into a dark gray color. With a simple pat, Aureil was able to shake off most of the metal off her suit, but also noticed the that she herself was coated in layer of grime and sweat. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around observing the pigsty in her vicinity. Pieces of machinery laid scattered about everywhere crowned with cloths hanging from them. She would not deal with that now, she decided as she walked over her clothes and potentially hazardous obstacles alike.
Her routine already ruined, Aureil decided to cut a few corners this day and rubbed the bacteria off her teeth with a random piece of cloth and drowned what remained with a sanitizing mouthwash, leaving behind a burning sensation on her tongue. For her body, Aureil decided that a new set of clothes was definitely needed and reached for her favorite outfit that she....
"Oh, right... heh, I can't wear that anymore can I?" Spoke Aueril bitterly, moving her hand away from the neatly folded Elysian outfit to instead pick up a black Yamatain styled long sleeved shirt, violet pants, and a brown jacket off the ground.
Her stomach rumbled a little and it was her queue to chin up to find something to keep her going for another cycle without sleep, preferably loaded with something sweet. Aureil now ready to leave, had just been hit with an idea. Did she have to meet the captain today? Better to be safe than sorry she guessed.
"Well... either way if I do or don't I could still ask the fellow for a drink to schmooze about the ship... or about the fellow's love life!." She smiled to herself, and promising to clean up her act the next day cycle, Aureil left for the bridge.