[i]"You feeling okay...?"[/i] [i]"Maybe. I don't have my filters... I'm gonna start running out of breathing room fast."[/i] [i]"I guess next time you bring extra..."[/i] [i]"Yeah..."[/i] [b]Lucien scraps a claw down his helmet to keep awake. He felt perfectly fine, but such stress on a massive body took his conscious thought and motor skills and shot them right out the door.[/b]