<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Luckily Moore woke before Maggie had to result to more aggressive waking tactics and she quickly moved back to give him space. She sat in the hatch and watched as he realized they had survived, then thought of his friend, and her heart wrenched for him. With the harsh way they had landed, she figured it highly unlikely that Andrijan had survived. She remained seated where she was, lips pursing together while Moore dragged himself out of the hatch. She heard his reaction, could hear the truth in his voice, but her eyes were closed and her own breathing deep while he laid back on the floor of the Asura. They were alone. Crashed on some random planet, alone. Two people she had liked were dead and her only companion clearly and understandably torn up from it.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">After enough time had passed that she felt she’d given Moore an ample period of isolation so he could mourn his friend, Maggie rose from the hatch and climbed her way out. On her knees beside him, her green eyes took in the wreckage that had been their ship. She tried not to look in Andrijan’s direction, but it was hard not to let her eyes follow the trail of blood on the shiny metal floor up to a charred and bloodied arm hanging limply from the captain’s chair. Her heart wrenched for the man, her hand fell to rest on Moore’s arm, and she gripped tightly for a moment while a wave of grief and guilt coursed through her.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">“We’ll bury him,” she told him thickly, wanting to properly lay to rest the man whom had saved their lives, “Once we get a grip on where we are, we’ll bury him.”<br/>
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First she wanted to know if they were safe or if they needed to move on. Their discussions with Curtis and Andrijan before all hell broke loose had made the planet sound formidable and not to be taken lightly. She tried to think of everything Curtis had described while she pulled up to stand. Her feet felt different on the floor than usual and while the air was easily breathable, there was a scent to it she did not recognize. With the viewfinder gone, the sky’s odd coloration was on display. Trying to keep her gaze away from Andrijan for the time being, Maggie picked a path over to the large window so she could see out at the world.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">“Curtis said there was a storm we didn’t want to get caught in,” she recalled while reached up to brush a few strands of her disheveled hair from her face, “And the world turns so slow, we could get caught in ice or something.” So much had happened, so much stress, that she didn’t fully remember everything that was said. But it appeared they had landed in some kind of gully. “Do you think we made it to that equator he was talking about?” Perhaps that was why it looked so barren. Yet she could see the tops of what she assumed were trees in the distance. She could not make them out well, but they were tall and green so she figured that meant trees. She looked back at Moore with an uncertain frown on her face. "What do we do?" Maggie asked, having no clue what the best thing to do was in such a situation, "Do we stay here and try to...fix this?" It seemed unlikely with the amount of damage down to the Asura. "Or...do we leave and try to find help?"</span>