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Last time she'd flown a tight loop around a comet, it worked. It's not her fault this comet is unstable.
Gripping the edge of the smoking console, she almost touches the shrapnel in her stomach.
Michael touches her shoulder. "Don't move."
"Wasn't-" Laira pauses, grits her teeth, "-planning on it."
Michael's gone, then back with a medkit. "I'm going to have to take off your jacket, and your shirt."
"If you wanted to see me naked, Captain. You just had to ask."
Michael pauses, wincing.
Laira smiles, then hisses through her teeth.
"Being funny make you feel better?"
"Not yet."