Styx

"Haaah, haaah..." A fat bead of sweat rolls down the side of Styx's face. Her skin feels sticky. Damn these stuffy air vents! She's practically slipping and sliding through the tight channels from how sweaty she's gotten. After taking a deep breath, she crawls forward until a blast of cold air makes her jump and knock her head. "Kyah! Agh! Dammit--" She scrambles faster, eventually crashing into your storage room. "Shit! Just my luck..." The ship is taking off with her as its new stowaway.