"Helena? Why the hell is it so dark in here?" Renee called out, her voice echoing in the murk of the mech bay.
No answer.
"Helena?" she called again, getting annoyed now. Checking her slab, the locator marked 'Knight' pulsed slowly. Close enough that she should be looking right at her. "I know you're in here! Say something!"
A deep, annoyed sigh, somewhere above her.
Looking up into the rafters, Renee barely managed to make out a darker shape crouching amongst them. "Sweetie? What in Saint Robert's name are you doing up there?!"
A gravely mutter.
"What? I didn't catch that! Can't you just come down? This is silly."
More muttering, finally followed by the end of a rope slapping the deck, soon joined by her partner's boots. Helena was wearing a mulish expression and some kind of outfit with a cape that hid her glorious firebrand hair.
A very unladylike snort escaped Renee. "What are you doing, honey?"
Helena pouted.
Gods, her big bad butch could be so cute sometimes.
Renee reached up to sling an arm around Helena's neck, pulling her ear down, close enough to whisper into. "Why don't we go investigate further in our quarters, my dark Knight?"
