Snippet #2639462

Verile slowly faded back into consciousness after his latest trip. He sat up and stretched in the lounge chair he'd been in. He looked at the skin on his exposed left arm and frowned slightly at it's paleness. It is much harder to get a tan in space, he thought to himself. He checked his bracelet and was unsurprised to find that it was empty of the bright fluid it had been full of earlier. He stood up and brushed his thickly curled, white hair out of his face while taking a look around. This was the first point at which Verile noticed that there was no one else in the small lounging area he had been in. It was also the first point at which he noticed that the thick glass ceiling above him bore a large crack across it, thought not a critical one. Otherwise he'd have been thrown out into space.

"That seems pretty dangerous" He said out loud, even thought there was no one within hearing distance "I should probably tell someone about that, orrrrr..." he trailed off, looking somewhat wistfully at his empty bracelet as his eyes went from grey to a more silvery hue. "No, I should really tell someone, now where would a maintenance office be?"

He set off looking for a ship employee to ask.