[She doesn't wait for him to reply, reaching up to hold the support beam in place while he moves, and offering what assistance he needs to get down on the smaller ledge. Climbing up on the beam herself comes next.
Kerrigan pulls herself up flush to the vent, grips it with her bare hands, and starts to tug. The metal groans quietly until her eyes become enveloped by a yellow glow. The psionic pull in the air shifts to aid her in her task, muscles straining under the ill-fitted armor. It only takes a minute, but with a rush of air and a long, horrible shriek, the vent gives away and she drops it to the ground, winded.
Silently cursing the headache she never would have had back home, she steadies herself on the machinery and glances back to Anakin, voice echoing slightly when she speaks.]
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[She doesn't wait for him to reply, reaching up to hold the support beam in place while he moves, and offering what assistance he needs to get down on the smaller ledge. Climbing up on the beam herself comes next.
Kerrigan pulls herself up flush to the vent, grips it with her bare hands, and starts to tug. The metal groans quietly until her eyes become enveloped by a yellow glow. The psionic pull in the air shifts to aid her in her task, muscles straining under the ill-fitted armor. It only takes a minute, but with a rush of air and a long, horrible shriek, the vent gives away and she drops it to the ground, winded.
Silently cursing the headache she never would have had back home, she steadies herself on the machinery and glances back to Anakin, voice echoing slightly when she speaks.]
Anything?