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Olson seemed to start her plummet from the ceiling, but it was actually quite a bit higher up (which was confusing, she wasn't going to think about it), and unarguably ended it with a loud THUMP, in a heap, on the floor.
Her flight suit was steaming, charred black more than red, and not in the same shape anymore. All together, she could sum up her physical condition as both ow and warm.
Eventually, however, she got over this and lifted her head, looked around. She appeared to be on some sort of ship, and not on the transporter pad, and therefore probably not there on Starfleet purpose, but definitely better off than where she'd been seconds ago.
Maybe it would make more sense if she talked it through aloud. "So if I'm dead, this is heaven, and if this is heaven, that is AWESOME! WHOO!" She sat up quickly, arms shooting out in the air in triumph, body wiggling in what might in fact be some approximation of a victory dance.
Then, even more quickly, she fell back down. "Ow."
Her flight suit was steaming, charred black more than red, and not in the same shape anymore. All together, she could sum up her physical condition as both ow and warm.
Eventually, however, she got over this and lifted her head, looked around. She appeared to be on some sort of ship, and not on the transporter pad, and therefore probably not there on Starfleet purpose, but definitely better off than where she'd been seconds ago.
Maybe it would make more sense if she talked it through aloud. "So if I'm dead, this is heaven, and if this is heaven, that is AWESOME! WHOO!" She sat up quickly, arms shooting out in the air in triumph, body wiggling in what might in fact be some approximation of a victory dance.
Then, even more quickly, she fell back down. "Ow."