Sol: Okay… okay. Right.

Sol: My comms are down. Yours?
Tachelock: Down too. I don’t know if it’s from the weird energy of the blast or a side effect from the screwy gravity fields.

Sol: So no way to call for help or check on the others.
Tachelock: I’m sure help’s on the way. But it er… it may take a while to get here.

Tachelock: There’s no safe way to dig us out until someone can fix the grav-emitters.
Tachelock: Right now, the pockets of gravitic torque surrounding us are kind of scary strong.

Sol: Tache, I’m sorry, I’m being an idiot. Are you okay? No serious damage?
Tachelock: A bit dinged up but no major injuries.
Sol: Okay, good.

Sol: Now, why exactly do you look like a cat that got bisected by a rogue I-beam?