"I-I know but they insisted that I come get you." She mumbled. It was ridiculous how much they would pull him away from whatever project he was working on to come fix their minor ones. Yao was just as capable to fix what ever small electrical problems they normally had. She had a feeling they didn’t trust him, old racial stigmas. Or it could have been the fact that Yao would talk shit about the Marshals in his own native tongue. She heaved a sigh wiping the back of her hand along her brow. "I’m not sure of the exact problem, but from what I could hear it seems to be one of the alarms going off."
"Oh joy….I wonder how they broke that." He gave another sigh. "Fine….let’s just go before they start their annoying comm calling." He grabbed one of the toolboxes situated around the area. He made sure it was one for fixing electrical issues then closed it and started heading towards the monitoring room. "I swear even Jones could fix this problem though since there’s a simple power box right in the room."
She gave a shrug following close. “He might have already tried. You know he has a habit of tinkering with things.” She felt bad for her friend being one of the few mechanics on this ship left him with little to know time to himself or for sleep. The closer the got to the monitoring room for the Marshal security the louder distress the alarms could be heard. A few Marshals were standing around on the baggage claim floor staring up to the small office area over head. The head Marshal was speaking to a few of his men in a heated tone, before he spotted the blond haired mechanic. “Kirkland, where have you been?! This alarm has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Apparently there’s something wrong in the medical wing. I need you to shut this damn thing off and head down to medical to figure out what in blazes set it off. People are freaking out, and I wont have a riot under my watch.”