<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">"Here..." Aestria replied, gingerly putting the tin down in case the odors would make it explode, and then walked away from it as quickly as she could, feeling the bump that was starting to form at the back of her head. It took her half a second to realize that she had been walking in the general direction of Zin, whereupon she promptly turned on her heel to move closer to Tora and Franny instead. They both seemed relatively calm about what had just transpired. Aestria was still shaking off the worst of the shock. She supposed the knock she'd taken had something to do with it. At least she hadn't broken anything. Even her little music player was still intact.<br/><br/>"Looks like we're all in one piece," she said, her voice slightly raised to drown out the static of the broken communication system that just then decided to come back to life.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Corentin speaking everyone. Engines are unresponsive, and we're currently on back-up power for life support. Whoever's still alive head up to the cockpit so we can figure out a plan of action. Over and out."</span><br/><br/>Conflicting feelings of relief and worry flowed through Aestria. On the upside, Corentin was clearly alive and well enough to speak clearly. On the downside, the engines had taken a harder hit than she'd thought. She wanted to go down to the engine room to pat the hulking monstrosities and tell them they'd be okay - but cap'n's orders. She sighed, groaned as she pushed the bump in her head again, and moved towards the cockpit.<br/><br/>The dashboard was lit up. That was something, at least, even if a number of lamps that shouldn't be blinking normally were. "Hey, Baldy," she greeted Corentin with a hint of her usual cheer back in her voice. "How bad is it?"</div></div>