At the mention of food, Makram's stomach growled. He blushed and stepped back, trying to avoid their attentions. Kitiara glanced at him and giggled. Then, she turned to the others.<br/><br/>"So, is the other stuff still here too? Like the stuff that they usually drop for us? And when is the food going to be passed out so we can eat?" Kitiara asked. Other questions ran through her head as well, but these were the ones at the forefront of her mind.<br/><br/>Makram raised a brow. He too wondered what else was on the ship. At the mention of labels, Makram's interest was piqued, but he was too afraid to speak up and ask to join in on sorting what was what on the ship.<br/><br/>More importantly, he hadn't eaten since mid-afternoon yesterday. Makram was hoping to find something easy to eat at the crash site, but with everything that had happened he had forgotten his own hunger.<br/><br/>As another question popped into Kitiara's mind, she decided that it was probably pretty important. "How many people are needed to run this thing, and how many people do we have with the knowledge to do it? Makram and I have no idea how technology like this works..."