Arianne immediately jumped into her space to avoid it. She patted her chest to calm her heart. That was a close call. If not for the system's warning, she would be dead, sprawled over the ground drenched in her own blood.
"How is it? Anything still falling?" Arianne asked the system, thinking it was just some technical issue.
[No more.]
Her figure reappeared a foot from the wreckage. She approached it and started inspecting the thing that nearly caused her a premature death. Finishing, she looked at the screws still attached to the hinges of the metal frame of the air-conditioning unit, which was obviously new, not old, or rusted.
Doubtful, she looked up at the building and immediately noticed one metal frame keeping the air-conditioning unit was ripped off, dangling in the air with the last screw attached. The metal frame fell and Arianne went inside the space again, unhappy.
Fluff. Fluff. Fluff.
Can you see the ship on the port?