[[ooc: Backdated to just after
this encounter]]
Filtered to York
Meet me in your room, ETA two minutes. I'll need some help with repairs. [She sounds fine, if a little irked.]
/Filter
[Kat's walking purposefully through the halls up to the Pietas tower, right robotic arm dangling a little awkwardly and leaking blue hydraulic fluids from three slashes across the forearm. Now is obviously a perfect time to bother her!]