<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The concoction she had jammed into Moore’s chest seemed to work quickly and with Curtis explaining its contents, Maggie wasn’t surprised. She watched him relax, could hear his breathing stabilizing, and he even had the strength to reach up and pull the needle from her hands. He nodded his thanks and Maggie tried to answer him with a smile, but given their current problems and the fact she had just shoved a needle into a man’s chest, it came out more as a grimace. Still, it was relieving to watch those blue eyes shut from the world for a little time and she knew rest was what he needed more than anything else at that point. It was a shame that where they were going, he likely wouldn’t get any until they were rescued.<br/>
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Before Maggie could fully think on her actions, a hand rose up to push a few strands of Moore’s dark hair back from his face so they wouldn’t bother him while he rested. Her green eyes were distracted while she did so, and focused entirely on the planet coming into view. It was oddly pretty, with its blues and violets, greens mixing into the atmosphere. Her planet was dull, consisting most of reds and oranges unless one was able to travel to the terraformed portion that still flourished. This planet appeared to be flourishing with vegetation from the greenery she could see and there was only one way to find out what type it was.<br/>
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It was so attention grabbing, Maggie stood from her crouch beside Moore to watch the world come into the view through the shattered glass of the viewport. Had it been terraformed, she wondered? Or was it one of the lucky planets that had naturally come to harbor the existence of life without human encouragement? Were there actually rangers present like Andrijan had mentioned? If they did manage to land, would they even be able to call for help? And that was if they could land in one piece. Maggie’s gaze wavered from the planet to focus on the nearly shattered glass protecting them from the void of space. There was no way that would survive the impact, right? Did that mean that even if they could land well, they were going to be showered with pieces of glass?<br/>
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She hadn’t been able to make much of the planet like Andrijan had instructed, simply because she had been too busy worrying about what would happen when they landed. The announcement they should strap him shook her from those worries and she turn to make sure Moore’s safety belts were still locked into place before heading back to her seat. “You have to try to make it as soft as possible,” she needlessly said, but felt obligated to point out, “I don’t think Moore can take much more.” Arms slid through straps, hands tightened, and Maggie sighed deeply while leaning back in her seat. Just what had she gotten herself into?</span>