Her question of his abilities was ignored in favor of tending to the cut on above her temple. A strip of emergency blanket was created for her and Maggie nodded her thanks while doing as Moore suggested, wrapping the strip around her head. She tied it in place on top of the cut so the pressure would be greatest on the cut to hopefully cause it to stop the bleeding. The idea of stitches was not a welcome one, but Maggie said nothing and watched while Moore tried to figure out where to attach the rope. It appeared they were going with her idea, which meant they were leaving, so while Moore worked with the rope, Maggie searched for a bag to gather up gear.<br/><br/>The medical supplies were in a small black duffle bag, but a quarter of it was still empty space, so Maggie set about trying to shove as many items as possible into the bag. She did not take all the flares, but shoved four in and went to find the axe she had stowed away as well. The raft was of interest to her as well, but far too large and heavy to carry in the bag. Surely it had some sort of use though, and should not be left high in the ship in case they couldn’t return to the cockpit later.<br/><br/>When Moore spoke next and announced he would be going first, Maggie’s first instinct was to argue. She was currently the one in better health after all, but that ended up being Moore’s point and she narrowed her eyes at him while he prepared the rope. “Be careful,” Maggie called out anyway, not liking the idea of Moore hanging out of the side of the ship with the injuries he had sustained. Before long he was descending with her holding onto the rope just in case. She watched from the ship, neck craned out as far as possible so she could try to keep eyes on him for as long as possible.<br/><br/>Eventually the angle of the ship was no longer in her favor and Maggie could only keep track of Moore’s progress from the tension in the rope. His movements carried up and it was when the rope suddenly jerked and she heard a faint curse that worry gripped Maggie, causing her to call out his name fearfully. Luckily she heard Moore answer he had made it and the relief had her hurrying to follow him down. The duffle was slung over her shoulder and Maggie took one quick glance around the room to make sure she had everything she wanted. On a whim, she shoved the raft over to the edge. “Watch out, okay?” She yelled out, “I’m throwing the raft over.”<br/><br/>It went over, she waited for the sound of it hitting the ground, and then Maggie could no longer put off going down herself. She was not afraid of heights, but falling so far was not at all something she wanting to experience. She took hold of the rope, wrapped it around her leg the way she had seen Moore do it, and made sure the duffle was secure on her back. She tried to go slowly at first, but misjudged how much resistance she had to put into holding the rope and slid down faster than she would have liked for a few feet. Gritting her teeth, Maggie forced her nerves to calm and refused to look down. She kept her gaze turned upward and started again, taking her time to go slow.<br/><br/>By the time she was close to the ground, she had gotten used to slowly lowering herself down the rope and no longer feared messing up and falling to her death. Once she was only a couple feet off the ground if she straightened her legs, Maggie stopped to hang in the air and send Moore an amused smirk. “How’s it feel?” she asked while spinning in a slow circle from the natural way the rope turned, “You’re likely the only person standing on this planet right now.”