Ethan stepped out of the pod, halting his packing to see what she was pointing at. "That's not possible, the journey was only supposed to take a couple of ye-" Recognizing what the strange mounds were upon seeing the glint of metal, the supplies he had gathered clattered to the ground as he sprinted to them. Tearing away the sod that had built up over the centuries, the more he worked the more and more the sense of panic rising in him seemed to swell. As he dug into the interior, he seemed to not be paying much attention else his new companion was saying, desperately looking for any sign of when this pod opened. There was just too much dirt to move by hand, and even if he did, the display panels within were probably long dead. Sitting in the grass, he stared up at the derelict craft, panting heavily as the gravity of the situation continued to dawn on him.<br/><br/>Clapping the dirt from his hands, Ethan finally turned to look over his shoulder at his companion. "You said your family are historians, right?" He panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I need to go with you. I have to read everything your family has documented." Looking her over once again, he remembered what she had said about her Human ancestry, her features starting to make more sense. The chances that the two races were able to have viable offspring were astronomical. Perhaps when she took him to town, he could find the descendants of the humans that landed with him and have them fill in the gaps? Equally astounding was how long the power source in his pod had held out, Ethan suddenly feeling quite grateful that no expense had been spared in the construction of the ship that had brought him here.