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"The readings've gone critical," Gwen yells to her partner over the wail of the warning sirens. "The Rift's going to split at the seams, if we don't do something about it!"
"We've still got time, keep your trousers on!" Her partner is currently fiddling with something under the main control desk, and so her words come out half-muffled by her position. "Has the reading gone mauve yet?"
Gwen checks again. "No, not yet—but they expect it will in around five minutes!"
"Five minutes? Oh, that's plenty." When the other girl sticks her head out from under the desk, her face and blonde hair is streaked black with mechanic's oil; but she's grinning from ear to ear and holding up what seems to be a penlight that is glowing oddly blue at the tip. Gwen stares.
"Got what I was looking for," says Rose, and she grins even wider. "Time to go save the world!"
