<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The expression on the captain’s face was all she needed to know her help was needed. Before he could even speak an affirmation, she was fusing with the straps of her safety belts so she could be of assistance. What would he have her do to help, she wondered? Work with some of the controls? She would do whatever was needed to try to help and was already headed toward the cockpit panel when Adrijan turned and pointed out the emergency hatch in the middle of the floor. Her gaze followed the length of his arm, then dropped to the hatch in confusion. He wanted her to clean something out? That was the task she needed to complete?<br/>
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“Got it,” Maggie answered anyway, figuring Andrijan must have a reason for her to do it, otherwise he wouldn’t have instructed her to deal with it. He did not seem like someone who would fuss with the unnecessary. Her course adjusted, she reached down for the handle to open the hatch. After lifting it from the floor and turning it, Maggie jerked the heavy metal door up and over. It clattered onto the floor a little louder than she would have liked, but it had been heavier for her than she would have thought. It was also fuller than expected, but Maggie knelt on the floor to begin removing whatever she could reach first.<br/>
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Light brown hair was scooped up and pulled back into a long ponytail before she began, otherwise it would be in the way. She pulled out the fire extinguishers first, then stood to try to find a place to stash them and half listened to the men argue about what they should do about the containers still attached to the ship. There was nothing she could do to contribute to that conversation, and so remained silent while she tried to wedge the fire extinguishers into crevices around the bridge. The axe was just as difficult, but she managed to shove it into a sliver of space between two cabinets.<br/>
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By the time Andrijan was calling out to see where she was in emptying the compartment, she was standing in the center of it and lugging the rolled up inflatable raft out. “For the most part,” she answered, giving the raft a shove while glancing around, unsure of where she could stash it. "Why am I doing this?" She decided to ask while stepping back out of the hatch to kick the raft until the seat closest to her.</span>