((Sorry for the delay, thought Aeryn was still strapped in and had to repost. And I'm off for a good few hours now. Lunch!))
"Think you can lift her and pass her down to me?"
"I guess so." May nodded, glancing briefly at the panel she'd torn off like tinfoil.
She lowered herself into the craft, having to twist a bit to plant her feet without impeding the escape route. As she did so, she didn't notice that she was planting her feet against the side of the hull. Seeing the woman's injured right arm, May grimaced, taking a quick glance around for any makeshift splints and finding nothing.
There was no way in hell she could splint or immobilize the arm in time, but fortunately the woman realized that and was already pushing herself up, keeping the bad arm as close to herself as she dared. May took her good arm and started to pull her up, supporting her from beneath at the same time as she eased the stranger out of the hatch as best she could, supporting her around the waist as she got up high enough. With her legs free, the woman was able to use her feet to pull herself up, allowing May to scramble up immediately after and catch her before she could so much as slide.
Without thinking, she planted her sneakered feet against the side of the hull and walked down it, half-supporting and half-carrying the woman (mainly to keep her off the still-hot metal) until they reached the ground where the big-eared Brit whose name she'd never learned was waiting. He took the stranger from her, supporting her on her good side as May hopped down to the ground and they started moving away from the overheated craft. She noticed that he was grinning at her. "What?"
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Date: 2007-03-23 03:34 pm (UTC)"Think you can lift her and pass her down to me?"
"I guess so." May nodded, glancing briefly at the panel she'd torn off like tinfoil.
She lowered herself into the craft, having to twist a bit to plant her feet without impeding the escape route. As she did so, she didn't notice that she was planting her feet against the side of the hull. Seeing the woman's injured right arm, May grimaced, taking a quick glance around for any makeshift splints and finding nothing.
There was no way in hell she could splint or immobilize the arm in time, but fortunately the woman realized that and was already pushing herself up, keeping the bad arm as close to herself as she dared. May took her good arm and started to pull her up, supporting her from beneath at the same time as she eased the stranger out of the hatch as best she could, supporting her around the waist as she got up high enough. With her legs free, the woman was able to use her feet to pull herself up, allowing May to scramble up immediately after and catch her before she could so much as slide.
Without thinking, she planted her sneakered feet against the side of the hull and walked down it, half-supporting and half-carrying the woman (mainly to keep her off the still-hot metal) until they reached the ground where the big-eared Brit whose name she'd never learned was waiting. He took the stranger from her, supporting her on her good side as May hopped down to the ground and they started moving away from the overheated craft. She noticed that he was grinning at her. "What?"
"You always make a habit of walking on walls?"
May blinked a few times. "Uh, I wouldn't know."