"I'm not trying to fight." Almon said. "It's just this dude over here is quite demented."

He bites Riley on the hand then shoves him away, swiftly returning his focus to Almon.

"Hey! Stop!" Riley demands. "Be nice. We're all in the same boat. What did he do to you? You need to chill." Riley says, holding his injured hand.

"Shut up!" He snarls, lunging at Riley and pinning him to the floor.

In defense, Riley slaps the new guy. "You need to stop." He says. " stop being so touchy "

The slap barely even affects him. He lunges and bites Riley on the face, but before his teeth can even break Riley's skin he's suddenly knocked off, leaving only teeth-shaped bruises on Riley's neck.

"Pretty sure this guys gonna be rump roast first out of wveyone." Cole mutters. Hes baked away, not wanting to go near now, and edging closer to the work tunnel. No need to get in trouble.


Nicote is busy with a bed spring, while Lio is tinkering with someone's broken necklace. Hes more of a coder bt hed rather do this.

"Theres some stuff I've run that cornor. Mostly junk. Might be something there." Nicote tells Astra.

Riley scrambles backwards, glad he hadn't received a other bite that day. He looks around to see who had knocked the other guy off.

Donovan slammed a hard hat onto his head, switching on the lamp fixed to the front, and held another one out for Victoria. She took it as the blacksuit walked to the center of the cluttered space and began to speak. "You know the drill: dig and clear." His voice was like the rumbling of some subterranean river muted by the rock. "Shaft props every three meters, hats on at all times--we want you fit to work again tomorrow. Anyone caught smuggling equipment out gets two days in the hole. Any skirmishing gets you three."

Rhia is currently wrestling with Zaire, who's trying to get her off. She's clinging to his back by holding the back of his shirt, and every time he tries to bat her off of him she moves out of the range of his arms. She's too tiny for him to deflect.