[ five minutes is a long, long time to wait when each second drags you further from the station. she's gotten herself under control, for the most part - eyes closed, ignoring the spinning to the best of her ability, only opening her eyes to check for a potential savior every minute. or so. she catches a glimpse of 9S, furiously typing into her communicator. ]
no subject
i think
i think i see you?
can you see me
[ sorry, 9S. no sound in space! ]