[She's spent most of her young life in the comfort of a well-kept home in Eyteri, and most of her adult life aboard a ship. Tromping through the bush is unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome - she takes to it well and there's not a word of complaint. She's an efficient member of the team, and she works well enough alongside Jim, though she takes care not to encroach upon his authority. It's not a matter of rank but one of respect; she likes the man, and she honestly functions better as an SiC to a competent officer than the commanding officer herself.
It's late evening, they've settled in for the night and it's only just starting to rain. Too late to pull up their tents and jockey for position elsewhere, she just makes the executive decision to put a crackling dome of crisply blue energy over the camp. It's small enough it doesn't take much energy for her to maintain, and she ends it about a foot off the ground to allow oxygen transference. If anyone touches it, it will melt away under their touch in a roughly door-shaped gap to allow them through.
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It's late evening, they've settled in for the night and it's only just starting to rain. Too late to pull up their tents and jockey for position elsewhere, she just makes the executive decision to put a crackling dome of crisply blue energy over the camp. It's small enough it doesn't take much energy for her to maintain, and she ends it about a foot off the ground to allow oxygen transference. If anyone touches it, it will melt away under their touch in a roughly door-shaped gap to allow them through.
She gives Jim a sort of 'what can you do' shrug.]
Lovely weather we're having.