Heather used the small open lift to travel from the ground level of engineering to the first catwalk level. (The impulse drive engineering section was two decks high, after all.) She smiled at Mo, who headed into the lift she vacated to make for the next level-- where there were no doubt more Tribbles stuck to things. Oh, how she wished it wasn't such a bloody safety hazard having 'em around the impulse drive.
"Och, how do they stick to such smooth surfaces?" Heather groused as she tried to figure the best way to get at the awkwardly situated Tribble. She leaned through the safety fencing and awkwardly contorted her body, cursing quietly under her breath until finally-- finally-- she managed to grab the Tribble. She earned some cooing for her efforts, which somehow didn't brighten her mood.
Sweeping up an arm full from around the catwalk, Heather made her way back down to the deck floor. "Well, that was a pain in the arse." She dropped her crop in a bin. "How 'bout we bribe some security officers t'clean up Tribbles, while we work on recalibrating the sensors?" Because keeping everything safe was all well and good but they had bigger issues to handle, too.