[ All kinds of memories in this alcove, yeah, but there's no time to sit around and feel nostalgic about it. The bridge door looks sealed, but Wolfwood needs more concrete evidence than just his own eyes. While Rin checks the air flow -- which isn't necessary, in Wolfwood's opinion, but they've each got their own ideas of what's important here -- Wolfwood heads straight to the bridge door, to run his hand along the seam there. The slightest crack means death... but better one person finds the problem and fixes it, than the whole crew gets condemned.
Wolfwood doesn't have a mask, but he holds his breath the whole time, lungs tight with anticipation.
It's sealed.
Thank fuck. ]
We're good here.
[ As if Rin couldn't tell, from the way Wolfwood's whole posture relaxes, the fear releasing its grip. That's one thing that's going right today. ]
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Wolfwood doesn't have a mask, but he holds his breath the whole time, lungs tight with anticipation.
It's sealed.
Thank fuck. ]
We're good here.
[ As if Rin couldn't tell, from the way Wolfwood's whole posture relaxes, the fear releasing its grip. That's one thing that's going right today. ]