Hopping down from the rope had not been that bad once she scooted down another foot or so. Once she did so, Maggie was able to adjust the strap on her duffle bag and follow after Moore to see what he was talking about. He had come to a stop as he gazed out at the wreckage spanning out behind their downed ship and Maggie soon found herself doing the same. “God damn,” she breathed, her hand rising up to rest on his arm briefly while she took in the expanse damage not only to the ship and its cargo containers, but the ground on which it had all fallen. Everything was twisted and in turmoil, and highly unlikely to be salvageable.<br/><br/>“We’re going to need to look through all that and see if any of it’s useful,” Maggie muttered reluctantly, figuring it was likely to be an arduous, depressing task. Luckily Moore was already moving on to the ship, distracting her from thinking of all the different reasons it would be miserable to sift through the wreckage. She went to follow, tossing the duffle down on the ground so she could help him peel back the metal siding so they could reach the ship within. It wasn’t all that difficult, the metal was weak and warped, and they soon had a way into the ship large enough for them to pass through. She waited for Moore to step in first, figuring he knew the ship better than she, and as she started to follow, movement flashed in her periphery.<br/><br/>Frowning, she glanced to the left, then spun to see if she could see what had caught her eye. The terrain looked the same however, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Maggie’s green eyes swept her surroundings twice with the frown only deepening. It had seemed dark in color, she thought, and large enough to catch her attention. Thinking perhaps something had fallen from the sky but also reasoning that had not been the direction of the movement she’d noticed, Maggie cast her eyes skyward and watched more debris falling toward the ground incinerating in the violet sky. No, that couldn’t have been it…<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Maggie stepped into the ship after Moore. “Do you know anything more about this planet than what Curtis said about it?” She called out, not seeing him right away but figuring her voice would carry through the eerily silent, powerless ship. The entire was not much better off than the exterior. Many objects had been dislodged from their places around the ship, broken and laying awkwardly. Parts of the ship were also sickeningly twisted or lacking walls from the harsh landing and Maggie made sure to carefully step her way through, wanting to reach the crew’s cabins so she could retrieve the few personal belongings she had brought on the ship when she first boarded.<br/><br/>“What are we going to do?” She asked as well, moving as carefully as possible, only to slip on a bottle of something unknown and opaque white. A surprised yelp left her while she reached out and used the wall for balance to keep from falling. “I mean, we can’t stay here…Ship’s too fucked up. Do we try to travel and find out if anyone is here? Or do we stay in one place and make a camp? See if anyone comes to help us?” Everything was called out loudly in hopes Moore would hear her while she tried to pick her way through the ship.