Who: Darcy Lewis and Regina Mills When: Day 1 Where: SPACE! THE FINAL FRONTIER! What:MVA in the shuttle pod Warnings: Language? IDK.
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU NOT SEE US IN TIME TO, LIKE... SWERVE OR SOMETHING???" Darcy was yelling, yes, but she wasn't upset at the person she was yelling at. Or, actually, to. She was very upset at the person she was yelling at, obvious, or else she wouldn't be yelling. But it wasn't like there wasn't ample room to maneuver out here. It was fucking space, afterall.
She stopped and took a deep breath, closing her eyes for just a second. Yelling wasn't going to get the engine started. It wasn't going to get communications between the pod and the ship back up. And, honestly, it was only doing a middling job of making her feel better at that point. So yelling time was over. Working time was beginning. There was just no getting around it.
She turned her attention to the... Console? Dashboard? If it were a car they were piloting, she'd have called it a dashboard, so that would be good enough for now. Darcy checked the read-outs, barely able to decipher what blinky light connected to what system on the pod. Maybe, if she was lucky, it would be a relatively easy fix. Hell, she'd helped Jane open up actual portals using sticks that were held together with duct tape and and a whole lot of wishing. She should be able to handle this. Maybe.
"Hey, Regina? I don't suppose you can like... magic fix this, can you? Because it looks like that hit-and-run jackass might have knocked something loose in our main power generator thingie."