Shuttle
Kata'nova looked about the shuttle, and at the image that was showing her what she had to do, although she didn't any of the language presented on it the animation did enough to tell her what it was about.
Her eyes looked over toward where the pilot would be, she sat down in a free seat and looked down at her round. She holstered her pistol in it's holder, then looked down at where the sliver of wood was; there was something white and foamy over it and the foam had broken some of this wood so that Kata'nova could remove it herself.
She didn't dare try to remove the rest though, medical classes had taught her to never remove the medical foam unless in a sterile enviroment or unless the wound was serious enough to be needing treatment in the immidieate area, and right now she didn't feel it needed treatment right away nor was she in what she felt was a sterile area.
The girl rested her head back, and tapped the side of her helmet, almost most of the visor was broken - some of it was still there and thus she was able to at least some readouts on her suit. She saw that the suits oxygen supply was adequete and that the injury to her side wasn't life-threatening.
She looked over at the pilot and then at the shuttle wall. "Xibu xfsf uiptf uijoht..." she asked herself curiously. "Bmuipvhi, J xpoefs xifsf uijt uijoh jt hpjoh.."
Kata'nova looked about the shuttle, and at the image that was showing her what she had to do, although she didn't any of the language presented on it the animation did enough to tell her what it was about.
Her eyes looked over toward where the pilot would be, she sat down in a free seat and looked down at her round. She holstered her pistol in it's holder, then looked down at where the sliver of wood was; there was something white and foamy over it and the foam had broken some of this wood so that Kata'nova could remove it herself.
She didn't dare try to remove the rest though, medical classes had taught her to never remove the medical foam unless in a sterile enviroment or unless the wound was serious enough to be needing treatment in the immidieate area, and right now she didn't feel it needed treatment right away nor was she in what she felt was a sterile area.
The girl rested her head back, and tapped the side of her helmet, almost most of the visor was broken - some of it was still there and thus she was able to at least some readouts on her suit. She saw that the suits oxygen supply was adequete and that the injury to her side wasn't life-threatening.
She looked over at the pilot and then at the shuttle wall. "Xibu xfsf uiptf uijoht..." she asked herself curiously. "Bmuipvhi, J xpoefs xifsf uijt uijoh jt hpjoh.."