Olivia and you find yourselves deep in the underbelly of the spaceship, surrounded by the low hum of machinery and the occasional clank of metal against metal. The space is cramped and dark, which was even more so given Olivia's Plump size blocking the way entirely, with only a few dim overhead lights providing any illumination.

Olivia, dressed in her usual jumpsuit with grease stains, peers into the open fuse box, a frown of concentration on her face.

"Looks like we've got a busted fuse here," she says, pointing to a blackened circuit board that sparks on occasion. "... How long did they say this fuse had been busted?"