<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">It appeared that despite the initial excitement Andrijan had over Maggie’s suggestions, whatever was wrong was not going to be easily fixed. Dread began to fester within her while she silently watched the men try to troubleshoot the problem. They barked back an forth at each other, referenced their respective technology, but it was the worry in Moore’s voice when he called out into the black for anyone around them that truly bothered Maggie. From the little time she’d been around the men, he seemed the least boisterous, the calmest. If there was frustration and worry in him, the others likely needed to be as well.<br/>
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Green eyes jumped between the men while they tried to figure out what to do and Maggie inwardly cursed herself for not being able to help. It kept her quiet, there was no point in speaking if she had nothing to help with the unsettling situation…until the entire ship was jolted from something big slamming into it. Her worry had had her clutching the arm of her chair while the pit in her stomach grew and grew, and it was the only thing that kept Maggie from flying across the room from the force of the hit. A startled yelp did escape her, and her tablet went skidding across the floor to bang into the wall, but Maggie remained in her seat.<br/>
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She was sputtering to herself and trying to shove the mass of light brown hair that had taken over her vision when the men started announcing their statuses. Once she had her hair shoved back behind her face, she was able to take stock of the situation. The lights were flickering, an alarm was ringing off in the bowels of the ship, and it felt as though the ship was listing. What worried Maggie most was the crack in the cockpit window, one their captain was eying just as reproachfully. That alone had her looping her arms through the straps of her seat so she could at least have the sense of security a safety belt gave her.<br/>
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She was untwisting the straps when she noticed Moore pulling himself back up to stand and a grimace began to form on her expression. She had seen that stance several times growing up; the men of her planet enjoyed solving problems with their fists. <i>Ribs</i>. For his sake, she hoped they weren’t cracked. She said nothing however, she did not know the man well enough to give any sort of medical advice, nor was she trained to do so. Instead Maggie returned her attention to the troubles they were experiencing. The ship was in danger, a fact punctuated by Andrijan’s demand they all strap into their seats. It was not a command Maggie needed to be told twice. Once she was confident she was properly tied to her seat, her arms crossed over her chest and she worriedly kept her gaze on the damaged viewport. Fear raced through her veins, her thoughts silently willing the men the ability to get them through the debris field approaching. <i>Please keep us safe…</i></span>