Myitt, still nearby, reached down and helped Tia up. "Not soon enough," she said tersely. "We're quickly looking like the walking wounded, here. Did the creature harm you? I have no idea what that thing was, but it smells like acid in here, so the sooner we get to a medic, the better." She coughed and looked over at Corliss, covering her mouth with her arm. "Cor, how long?"
Corliss, manipulating the hovering icons in thin air, shook his head. "As soon as we make the jump into Z-space? Hmn....the shift is favoring us, it might take an hour."
"Here's hoping probability's with us," Myitt said, disappearing into the storage room and returning with a very ordinary looking squeegee mop. She poured a precious bottle of water onto the floor and started squeegeeing. She coughed again. "Oh, the glamorous life we lead," she wheezed, sopping up the acidic remains of the alien creature.
"You're all going to want to sit down again," Corliss said. He smiled slowly. "This is your captain speaking, the fasten seatbelt sign has been turned on. Please keep all hands and arms inside the vehicle, or risk having them torn off by the fabric of space-time."
"Cor, why don't I drive?" Myitt grunted, glancing over at him and leaning on the mop.
"Nah, I'm good mate," Corliss said, wiping his brow. "Worse than I look."
