[The ducts on this ship are particularly dirty, and having spent the last few hours in them Gemini could feel the layer of grime that clung to her as she slithered through them. It takes awhile for her patience to snap, and when it does she makes for the nearest grille, oozing out, a sudden torrent of viscous blue goo bursting from the vent to join the small stream that had already seeped out.
She's so concerned with getting out of the duct that it takes her a moment to realise she's landed on someone rather than something, the mass beginning to move and condense around Jeyne in a way that's very much alive.]
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She's so concerned with getting out of the duct that it takes her a moment to realise she's landed on someone rather than something, the mass beginning to move and condense around Jeyne in a way that's very much alive.]