"You look like you've been through a trash compactor, sweetie," Burnice chirped, her goggles reflecting the jagged, sparking gaps in the ship’s plating. The "broken holes" in the hull were whistling—a haunting sound that meant the life support was screaming for mercy.
If you have more specific details or a clearer question about Burnice and "broken holes," I'd be happy to try and assist further!
"You look like you've been through a trash compactor, sweetie," Burnice chirped, her goggles reflecting the jagged, sparking gaps in the ship’s plating. The "broken holes" in the hull were whistling—a haunting sound that meant the life support was screaming for mercy.
If you have more specific details or a clearer question about Burnice and "broken holes," I'd be happy to try and assist further!