Ayla had quietly listened to the conversation about her, she briefly glanced at Edmund before turning her attention back to the sideways console in front of her. She didn't really care about if she got a blood donation or not, the expanders would keep her alive, hopefully. Besides, she wasn't very keen on getting the blood of a dead man. Sydney's words didn't really get through to her conscious mind.<span style="color: green">"You'll have your wounded to treat faster than we'll get a spaceworthy shuttle on this planet."</span>She finally said in response while taking the offered munition. She was trying to get a rough map of the area using the limited systems still active inside the shuttle. She could only cry in frustration as the EMP wave hit them, shutting everything down.<span style="color: green">"Damn it!"</span>She silently cried out, watching the sparks inside the dashboard die one by one. A sense of loss hit her as the escape shuttle grew dark. The EMP wave had been a confirmation of the cruiser's death.<br/><br/>It was impossible not to feel responsible, perhaps if she had flown it better, or stayed further away from the gas giant they wouldn't be here now. She fell to her knees again, trying to stop herself from crying at this, in front of these people. They weren't pilots like her. Marines were simpler, trained for other things. A pilot on the other hand? She was trained to control many different vehicles. Yet there was always a connection between pilot and machine. It didn't matter if she was controlling an armored suit, shuttle or even a massive space-carrier. It always felt like an extension of herself. Losing her ship, well, she couldn't help but feel responsible. Perhaps if she had flown better, or stayed further away from the gas giant this wouldn't have ended this way.<br/><br/>Edmund's sudden gunshot tore her away from her thoughts, and she leaped to her feet instantly.<span style="color: green">"What the he-"</span>She stared at the thing that had attempted to crawl into the shuttle, immediately on guard. She glanced at the other marines, which were in various states of disarray and readiness after the crash and EMP wave. Leaving her own gun clasped at her hip for now, Ayla quickly opened up the shuttle's supply cache with some trouble. She got out the emergency kit inside, grabbing several flares from inside before slinging it over her shoulder to carry it. The sudden movement made her a little woozy from bloodloss, and her injured side send a sting of pain to her. She winced, but controlled herself and carefully held up the flares.<span style="color: green">"Got flares here, Lieutenant. Also got the location of the shuttle that crashed nearest to us memorized."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>