[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: The Infirmary ---> Floor 21[/center][hr][hr]Acting like a stunned anime character for a moment, Tryke nodded at the T-1--no, at [i]Silvia[/i]. [color=cc66ff]"Thank you for taking your anger more out on the person this time,"[/color] Tryke said, before quickly returning her attention to the breach. She didn't have any sort of adhesive on her, but this was an infirmary. Walking over to the cabinets, she rummaged through for medical tape, ignoring any sort of protest. Finding some, she returned to the vent, ripped off a piece, and put it over the crack that caused the leak. It was by no means perfect, and she figured the medical tape would only remain up there for an hour at most. That'd give them enough time to get some proper supplies up in the infirmary to patch up the wall and the vent. 

Using her glasses to get more specific measurements on the wall, Tryke memorized the specifications, and nodded awkwardly at Tom and the others. Making her way to the elevator, scanning her ID, she let out a sigh of relief the instant the doors closed on her. She [i]really[/i] didn't want to be canon fodder for Tristan. 

Opening up the com, she radioed down to maintenance, where a few of her crew were busily readying replacement pieces for anything too far gone to fix. [color=cc66ff]"Laser cut a wall for me, would you?"[/color] Tryke requested, before adding the specifications. She'd be able to do the rest of the installation herself, provided no one broke her concentration as she manipulated the wall into just the correct position. Normally, they wouldn't use their talent for that--they'd send up a small crew to do the repair together. But with a shortage of people, it'd become more necessary for her to attempt to shove the wall into place herself. 

The elevator opened, and Tryke glanced over, seeing the repair crew already working on the wall. [i]Good,[/i] she thought to herself, already running through her relaxation techniques to avoid blowing a gasket. Searching through the endlessly messy drawers, she eventually found the sealant they used for vent breaks. It was a paste, kept in a specially designed container, as a minute after being exposed to air, it would solidify. 

[color=cc66ff]"How's the wall coming?"[/color] Tryke asked, putting the sealant in her tool belt. [color=cc66ff]"Can we put it on something with wheels when it's finished?"[/color] she added. It'd be [i]much[/i] easier to roll the wall to the infirmary, rather than carry it herself.