[Nuts and bolts are abound in little piles; nothing anal retentive but enough organization to know where everything is and if a foot or hoof were to disturb it. She rises up from the other side of the gutted bike and wipes her brow. It's mercifully not hot out but she's working up a small sweat so close to what were once-hot parts. A small smear of grease lines her forehead with that movement.]
Chiron.
[Maybe they didn't explicitly exchange names in Gallipoli but Samus wasn't one to not make use of the BCE's functions and put names to faces she intended to remember. As to his question...]
...I'm fairly sure something's blocking the combustion chamber. [She points out a small patch of disturbed grass and dirt.]
Blocked the airflow and I went for a swim in the dirt.
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Chiron.
[Maybe they didn't explicitly exchange names in Gallipoli but Samus wasn't one to not make use of the BCE's functions and put names to faces she intended to remember. As to his question...]
...I'm fairly sure something's blocking the combustion chamber. [She points out a small patch of disturbed grass and dirt.]
Blocked the airflow and I went for a swim in the dirt.