It took her five minutes to glide over to the first auxiliary thruster. Bending over, she examined the plating at its base, then reached into her suit pouch and fished out the tools she needed. Each tool was attached to her suit with its own safety lines, just as she was attached to the ship; it kept her from losing her equipment in the weightlessness of outer space. She opened the plate beside the thruster and exposed the emergency controls. “Auxiliary One is all ready to go,” she announced.
Inside the ship, Alex would be checking the computer based on the formulas she’d helped him devise. “Okay,” his voice came back in her ear after a couple of minutes. “The computer says you should fire off a blast for five point three seconds.”
“Forget the blubbering decimal points,” Kasinda snapped
