Picking up the slack.

Remi had been working with Safiya for long enough to know that her partner wouldn't be getting up out of her little clothing-nest anytime soon. The weed she smoked was far too strong to allow her to actually do her job any time soon. And as usual, that meant that it would fall on Remi to pick up the slack if she didn't want the both of them to get in shit for Safiya's continued screwing-up.

"Goddammit Safiya," Remi muttered, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She could feel her face heating up. This was just the start of another agonizingly long day, she could tell. "Why can't you ever just do your damn job properly?"

Safiya shrugged. "It's pretty easy not to. I mean, you always clean up my mess, so..." She almost looked like she actually felt bad. Almost. Even if she did, she was way too blazed to actually help Remi in any meaningful way.

Remi scowled, gathering up what she could from Safiya's laundry throne into a bin and dumping it into one of the nearby machines. "At least take them out when they're done," she said, gesturing to the ongoing machines. It probably still wouldn't happen, but she had to at least try to improve her own quality of life, even by just the slightest bit.

Safiya didn't really respond, and Remi rushed past her and into the other wing of the ship to try and fix all the problems that Safiya had caused.