Environmental Compensation

[Mreh K'hal 0]

Kara Simpson was inside the Station and was a much happier woman for it. The weeks of space-walks had been grueling, and though Camelot was much better off for all the hard work she was at the point where she could care less if the exterior plating rusted and fell off. Her arms still sang shrilly from all the heavy manual maneuvers the work had required, and after all of that time wearing the EVA suit, she'd started stripping completely naked the moment she entered her quarters so she didn't feel trapped anymore.

 

There was still more work to do "outside," but thankfully the Sphinx crews could handle it without the need for her to clomp over the station in her grav boots. Her supervisor had apparently noticed where the chunks of hair had been torn out of her head as well, because he'd given her a few extra days off. By the Sun, Moon and Stars she was going to take advantage of it, too.

 

Gussied up in one of her most revealing dresses she was making her way into the Holy Grail to get toasted, and hopefully snag the eye of the hottie from medical who often came in during the evenings. She'd thus far been too exhausted to do more than smile at him from across the room to this point. After days of working in a vacuum with cold metal and snarky mechanics, she wanted to heat things up a bit and enjoy some supple organic material. With any luck, the little mini-holiday would be over before she knew it.