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Unlike the past few times he's been here, Professor Yana doesn't simply wander in, looking mildly bemused or curious or any of those things he does so well. Oh no, this time, he rushes in, all clipped, panicky steps, voicing a constant stream of alarmed, subvocal exclamations as he bats at a spark eating into one of his billowing sleeves. He's breathing heavily as he grinds to a halt, and he bends over for a moment, bracing himself on his knees and holding quite still for a moment, chest heaving, before looking up to the Nexus.
'A scientist!' he manages, coughing. 'Drat it, I need a scientist, quickly. Someone who, ah, oh, botheration, someone who knows about deep-space shielding or climate control or- I tried, but it's not my area, and Chantho is-' He cuts himself off shaking his head and drawing another quivering breath. No need to tell everyone; if he finds someone who can help, then he'll outline the situation. There's no point in wasting breath.
'Oh, goodness gracious,' he mutters, thankful for the momentary respite. Not to mention the fact that time spent in the Nexus takes not even a second back on Malcassairo.
'A scientist!' he manages, coughing. 'Drat it, I need a scientist, quickly. Someone who, ah, oh, botheration, someone who knows about deep-space shielding or climate control or- I tried, but it's not my area, and Chantho is-' He cuts himself off shaking his head and drawing another quivering breath. No need to tell everyone; if he finds someone who can help, then he'll outline the situation. There's no point in wasting breath.
'Oh, goodness gracious,' he mutters, thankful for the momentary respite. Not to mention the fact that time spent in the Nexus takes not even a second back on Malcassairo.