<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">After Moore had managed to join her at the window so they could look out at the planet they would hopefully only temporarily call home, Maggie had let her hand absently rest on his upper arm. He was still injured, was clearly having more trouble recover from their harsh landing than her after taking the brunt of the jarring slams around the hatch, and she worried for him. Still, once Moore was up and used to the strange difference in gravity, he moved around a bit better and quelled her unease about his status. No power did not come as a surprise to her once he announced it, and she figured they would probably need to leave the ship before long.<br/>
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She wanted to pack up and go right then, even reached down for one of the emergency blankets, but Moore’s mechanic history had him wanting to check the engine. It made sense, so Maggie shrugged and left the blanket for the time being to watch him approach the door to the engine room. Was he thinking of Curtis, she wondered? Could he remember looking back and seeing the friendly older man gone like she did? She had not known Curtis or Andrijan long, but had liked them and could tell they had been admirable men. Whatever grief Moore had at the loss of his friends he hid, however. Maggie could not see what he thought and he was instead focusing on the problem of reaching the engine room.<br/>
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Approaching the engine bay from another direction was a good idea, but as Maggie trailed Moore over to the window, she remembered one of the items stashed in the emergency hatch had been an item that would definitely prove to be useful. “I hid some rope over here,” she announced, crossing over to a cabinet that was situated near the doorway out of the bridge. The natural curve of the Asura had not meshed well with the boxiness of the cabinet, so she had been able to wedge a couple things into the space like Andrijan had instructed. Of course, the cabinet was a little crushed to the wall, but she managed to jerk out a few of the items.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">A box of flares came first, which she set aside, and as well as a soft bag of medical supplies. The medical supplies would come in handy, she grimly thought. Moore had some cuts and scrapes on him that probably needed to be treated and she had not forgotten she probably had a pretty decent cut along her hairline. She needed to look in a mirror to assess it, but a small, uselessly vain part of her did want to see what she looked like with blood trickling down the side of her face. Finally Maggie was able to get her fingers on the rope she had shoved into the crevice first and tugged it out. She had no idea how long the rope was, so she brought it to the window and tried to eyeball it. “We could tie this to something and climb down,” she pointed out, but the uncertainty was apparent on her face.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">She could probably do it. She was decently in shape and did not have any injuries that were hindering what upper body strength would be needed to climb down a rope to the ground. What Maggie worried about was whether Moore could do it. He likely had at least one cracked rib, which would likely be agitated by the exertion his body would undergo to climb so far down a rope. “But do you think you’ll be able to do that?” Maggie finally asked, green eyes a mixture of guilt for asking and fear that he would not be able to get off the ship.</span>