C: Communication
When the vibrations that had been shaking the oversized ship ever since Kensa's call suddenly stopped, Rafaela felt disoriented. It felt as though they'd hit the eye of a planetary storm, or as though the roughest engine in the solar system had just shut off, the more practical corner of her mind suggested.
It took her more than a moment to refocus on the view of the compartment that Brennant occupied on the inside of her helmet's display. Disorientation gave way to alarm as she saw the way he had sagged across the display that he'd been working at ever since she'd connected to the room's monitoring system.
"Brennant!" she shouted, hoping to rouse him.
The groan that was his first response was uninformative, but was quick enough that she doubted he'd been unconscious. The words that followed a moment later restored all of the disorientation that she'd briefly cast aside.
"This is why I've never had any desire to have kids," Brennant grumbled.