Hilary had kept her eyes closed for the entire descent, she hated them. It felt like every bone in your body was being rattled by a baby. She'd also done enough descents to know that this one wasn't entirely smooth, she just prayed the pilot was good enough. Double checking her buckles were done properly and that her weapon was secure in case of a heavy landing she simply shut her eyes and tried to be anywhere but the shuttle, her thoughts quickly turned to her brother, had he escaped the Grey assault? Was he too now hurtling through space in a escape shuttle or was he already dead? She shied away from that thought quickly, her hands grasping her belt fiercely. As the shuttle slammed into the ground her head cannoned off the wall behind her, knocking her unconscious instantly.<br/><br/>-------------<br/><br/>She awoke to see a set of grey eyes peering down at her nervously, a tiny face just above her own which broke into a slight grin at the sight of Hilary waking. As soon as the girl had seen Hilary was alive she'd moved on, leaving Hilary alone to work out how well she'd survived the impact. One thing that she knew was hurting was her head, it felt like she'd spent a few rounds getting hit by a boxer, but she forced the pain aside so that she could test her limbs, everything felt intact, no breaks. Relieved she unbuckled herself, sliding onto the now floor of the ship, as she did so she realised she had a problem. Her feet weren't working, the impact must have knocked them offline. Cursing silently she used her hands to maneuver herself into a sitting position, back leant against the wall, she tried to reach up to unlock her gun from its fastening, but it was just beyond her grasping fingers.<br/><br/>Refusing to feel entirely useless, Hilary dragged herself around the ship in an attempt to offer help wherever she could.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>