She nuzzled the Dragon as close to the hulk as she dared, then shrugged on her EVA suit to investigate in person. One of the suit"s monitor circuits refused to synch with her flecks the first time, suggesting a malfunction, but the second time it locked on. She would know if any enemy ships appeared.
Her left eye and her suit had lights, but it could be awkward to keep them pointing in the right direction while she worked. “Shine a light onto the wreck,” she said to the ship. “Manoeuvre around it so I"m not working in the dark.”
“Understood.”
“Same orders as usual: if you"re attacked and there"s no time for me to get back, run for metaspace. I"ll stay hidden for you to pick me up later.”
“You have oxygen for four hours, perhaps double that if you drop into artificial torpor. I migh
