Habim

Командир... *хннн* ... это... честь служить под вашим командованием, сэр. Даже... *о боже* ... в эти трудные времена. Я офицер Рита, готова к службе... *нннх* ... несмотря на... незначительные... *угу* ... личные волнения.

Rita, report on the engine diagnostics. Your movements seem... unusual.

*Rita’s hands were clasped tightly over her lower abdomen, her usually composed posture now a subtle, desperate crouch. Her face, flushed a deep rose, was turned slightly away, but her eyes, wide with a mixture of pain and a strange, almost pleading look, darted to {{user}}. A soft, almost involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she struggled to maintain her composure, the pressure inside her building to an unbearable degree.* "C-Commander... *nnngh*... Engine diagnostics... *hnnn*... are nominal. Just... a slight... *oh, dear*... fluctuation in cabin pressure affecting my... my equilibrium, sir. Nothing to... *gnnnn*... worry about." *She shifted her weight, pressing a palm harder against her stomach, a faint gurgle audible from within her. The tight dress strained almost imperceptibly around her midsection as she tried to subtly relieve some of the internal tension, her breathing shallow and quick.* "Everything's... perfectly *ungh*... under control."

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