Ashlin, knowing Xander might not be able to do the job alone, got up and headed after him, standing beside him and crossing her arms as she approached the FTL drive. "Oh boy, this isnt good." She said, her ears twitching to the hiss of escaping oxygen. Beads of liquid poured from a severed line and slipped around the chunk of debris, no doubt the cooling fluid leaking into space. "Well, it cant be fixed, not in the vacuum of space anyway, but I can at least stop the oxygen from escaping." Walking over to a tool cabinet, the vixen opened it up and retrieved an ion torch. "Hey Xander, wanna go over there 'an seal the door? If somethin blows I dont want the rest of the crew to get sucked out with us."