== THE HELIOS - STAIRWELL ==

Deji Wesshire probably makes it about halfway down the stairs before she just. Stops. Whips out her phone. Returns to texting.

<DJWESSHIRE>: Hi

<DJWESSHIRE>: which floor is the one with the uh

<DJWESSHIRE>: It's like a shield and a sword and a gun????

<Mac>: Security

<DJWESSHIRE>: Oh that's nice

<DJWESSHIRE>: Are you still here

<Mac>: Of course. wud yp?

<DJWESSHIRE>: don't freak out

Deji Wesshire does her best not to drop to the ground entirely, sitting gingerly down on the stairs. As soon as her butt hits them, she lets out an echoing yelp. Wincing, she adjusts herself so that she's angled on the stairs.

== THE HELIOS - MAC’S OFFICE ==

Big Mac's brows furrow.

<DJWESSHIRE>: but I kind of need you to come to the floor with the shield and the sword and the gun

<DJWESSHIRE>: well in all technicality I need you to come to in between that floor and the floor with the blue shiny circle book

<DJWESSHIRE>: because um Max seems like he doesn't like stairs

<Mac>: Stay there.

Big Mac's eye widen. The large man leaps over Kibwe's desk, making the holos he was working on scatter. As he passes the door, he slams it closed and runs for the grave lift. He drops down the middle, a blurr of ginger movement before his robotic arm catchs one of the floors, swinging himself onto the proper floor with a THUMP.

== THE HELIOS - STAIRWELL ==

Big Mac kicks off, landing next to her, "Evenin' Wesshire! Shite- yer usin' the steps!?"

Deji Wesshire is just hanging out on the stairs. No big deal. Curled up tiny and with her face totally squeezed up like she's eating a lemon. She just kind of puts a hand up to shut Mac up and whimpers, tapping on her datachron.

<DJWESSHIRE>: omg omg it hurts

Big Mac rolls his eye, muttering some sort of lowborn curse. He offers his hands out towards her. "C'mon, hold me hand. When it's passed we'll move."

Deji Wesshire grabs at his hand, practically clawing at it. She's still making the face, and now she's shaking a little bit - but then whatever it is passes. She takes a big breath and stands herself up - or attempts it. "Nnghghgnghgnhg I'm fine. Sorry, that just. Surprised me, is all. I'm okay now."

Big Mac lets her keep hold of his robotic hand, leading her down the steps carefully. "S'how it starts, yae know.  Easy does it... I'm gonna get yae to a shuttle an' take yae down planetside. Yae have a preference where?"

Deji Wesshire frowns up at him. "I'm pregnant, I'm not dying. I can take a teleporter."

Big Mac: "Like fuck yae be. Fer all yae know, his li'le arm could appear on yer head. Is tha' wot yae want? A Deji-corn?"

Deji Wesshire winces. "Stars and Scions, don't even joke."

Big Mac bobs his head sagely. "Told yae. Shuttle it is."

Deji Wesshire: I don't care -where- I go, so long as I don't take any more damn stairs, McGalfrey. What floor are we on?

Big Mac stoops down, "Nae the bottom. Here." The man moves quickly enough, scooping the woman up from under her knees with his other arm at her back. "Easy, Deji- girl. I got yae."

Deji Wesshire just rolls her head back like this is entirely ridiculous. "Okay hold on, that's uncalled for. I just said I'm fine, I'm not going into labor, I just hurt for a minute."

Big Mac scoffs as he turns to march on. "Yae also said yae didn' wan' any more steps. Either I drop yer ass down the grav hole er I carry yae."

Deji Wesshire scowls at him and goes to argue, but then she tenses up again and shuts her eyes. "I- ah. Ah. Oh. Okay. Okay, fine, carry me, carry me, carrymecarrymecarrymeithurtsithurts."

Big Mac mutters, "Bloody fuckin' told yae." His robotic hand curls aroun at her side, offering it for her to hold. "Damn ass stubborn as shit woman."

Deji Wesshire whimpers again, grabbing at his hand. "I'm not. nhg. Stubborn."