Is it night or day? Does that even exist anymore? Does time matter at all on the Skeld- Actually she’s not going to think about it. It’s already giving her a headache.

Don’t mind her. She’s just BLASTIN ASTEROIDS.

Ah. He underestimated her distraction with the pure bliss of destruction. She’s entirely focused on shooting her laser, even mimicking it with little “pew” sounds. This is probably not the best practice on a ship that’s been infiltrated by an impostor.

Cue a juvenile type of excited laughter as she watches the rocks explode. Man, she loves her job.

Resisting the urge to punch out the card reader in Admin. She’s lost count of how many errors it’s thrown at her. The mechanics and electricians of the ship may need to prepare for some repairs.

Declined. . . Declined . . . Declined. . . Just when she was about to snap. . . Accepted! “God, finally!” She grunted he dual toned celebration, shoving her card back into her pocket prior to catching a glance of Yellow. “Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”

She wants some Jell-O

Tasks are done. Guess she’ll head to security to check out surveillance.

“Yo! Any see any suspicious people walkin’ around?” Rather loudly, she announced her question with her arms crossed firmly over her chest

“That’ll give you a heart attack...” A mumbled observation of his intake of the energy drink before taking a few steps closer to get a look at the cams herself. “That slow? Everyone better actually be workin’...”

Green is the type of crew mate that could kill another crew mate without being an impostor. That’s just how she is.

Slaps an ass-

Snickers— “That was manly.” SO much amused sarcasm.

“Gotta keep ya on your toes~” A light chuckle resonated through her response, her words coming near instantaneously after his startled question.

“Yeah? If you’re already on your toes, why’re ya being so pissy about it?” She quirked a brow with a small smirk. . . It was borderline a sin, how much she was taking joy in this.

“What good is short skirts and thigh highs if you’re not alive to see them”

The vent is loose. . . This may come back to bite her innocent ass in the ass, but at risk of being assumed the impostor, shes going to hide in it in hopes of beating up the actual impostor... in the vent... yep, totally could never go wrong

PUNCHes trash

Follows reader while they do tasks. She’s not sus, you’re sus.