(no subject)
It's going to be a while before Ellen can wear her whole suit of armor again. She tried putting some of it on this morning; the lower body process alone was exhausting. All right, she can deal with that. It's a milestone to work towards.
But that doesn't mean she shouldn't look to her other duties in the meantime as she recovers, which is why she's seated at a brightly lit table taking apart a bizarrely complex gun and going over all the user-accessible parts to check for loose contacts or elements that need maintenance.
(For those who've seen her around the Bar before, she's still not really looking herself. Her scalp is still all stubbly with hair slowly growing back in, her eyebrows haven't gotten the message about growing back in yet either, and instead of a Vault suit she's wearing a dark green uniform that looks like something out of a Forties or Fifties movie with soldiers in it. There's a patch on one shoulder, but that's about it.)
[tinytag: Pavel Chekov]
But that doesn't mean she shouldn't look to her other duties in the meantime as she recovers, which is why she's seated at a brightly lit table taking apart a bizarrely complex gun and going over all the user-accessible parts to check for loose contacts or elements that need maintenance.
(For those who've seen her around the Bar before, she's still not really looking herself. Her scalp is still all stubbly with hair slowly growing back in, her eyebrows haven't gotten the message about growing back in yet either, and instead of a Vault suit she's wearing a dark green uniform that looks like something out of a Forties or Fifties movie with soldiers in it. There's a patch on one shoulder, but that's about it.)
[tinytag: Pavel Chekov]