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June 19th, 2009
triplethreat | 03:23 am Her heart rate goes through the roof, but she manages to keep herself from jumping when she hears the door open. She maintains steady control of the helm as she is in the middle of reversing the ship out of docking. It is a while before she says anything, mostly because she is focused, partly because she's afraid the first things out of her mouth may sound... less than calm.
"Can I help you?" She asks in an even tone, eyes still on her equipment.
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