<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The moment the captain stated she and Moore were to climb into the hatch, she understood what he was trying to do. Moore did as well however, and immediately protested the plan so Maggie didn’t have to do so. It seemed like a crazy person’s plan, one that both shocked and humbled her. Surely the captain understood that by placing them in that cramped space and not allowing them to fit him in there with him, he was all but sealing his fate. Why Moore pointed it out and tried to have Andrijan reason with him, Maggie’s eyes worried traveled to the cracked window providing them with a shattered view of the world they were plummeting toward.<br/>
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Andrijan was taking his duties as captain seriously, which could possibly end up saving her life. She didn’t quite know what to think of it, no one other than family had really done anything to see her safe. Yet here was a man she barely knew, insisting she and Moore get to the only semblance of safety they had. She knew part of it was because the man clearly cared much for his crew, but she was not really part of that. Andrijan was extending a kindness to her that was not required or really expected. It was that knowledge, and the gratitude that came with it, that kept Maggie from arguing the way Moore did. Instead she only gazed at him while Moore patted his shoulder, her forest green eyes hopefully showing the understanding she had.<br/>
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Maggie’s eyes only lifted from Andrijan when Moore lowered into the hatch and reached for her hand. Brows knitting together, she only hesitated a moment before she took the man’s hand and joined him in the hatch. It would be cramped, but if Andrijan was right, they could be safe. Praying the same safety could be found for the sacrificing captain, Maggie lowered down to kneel in the hatch so she could shove aside some of the emergency blankets she had left in the compartment. The ship was growing shakier, jolting more and more, and while she waited for the hatch to be closed, Maggie wondered how likely it was for any of them to survive.<br/>
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Once Moore was lowered down into the cramped space with her, Maggie lifted her arms to help him lower the hatch into place, bathing them in darkness and muffling the sounds from the cockpit. The mechanical sounds of the ship protesting its speed and the weight of the containers it pulled with it were loud however, and the area vibrated around them. "He's a good captain," she decided to say into the dark, wanting to provide some sense of comfort for them both, "I don't know him but...well, it seems like if anyone could land this right now, it would be him."</span>