[ So it is the ship draining their energy. That's good to know - if they can get back out again. Miles cries out in pain as Bel's weight instantly draws him back down, nearly toppling him over again. Synth bones or not, he's still weak from his recent cryorevival. It's only stubbornness driving his grip right now. ]
I'm - holding - dammit --
[ He resettles his grip on the outside of the gash and hauls back with all of his diminutive weight. ]
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I'm - holding - dammit --
[ He resettles his grip on the outside of the gash and hauls back with all of his diminutive weight. ]