Alan wasn’t too impressed by the actions of the apparently last remaining crew. Still, leaving the ship did seem to be a good idea. The new girl was holding onto his arm as if glued there. Flix didn’t look too pleased, but seemed to be prepared to let it pass for the time being, given the exceptional circumstances. The vixen smiled a half-snarl and said to her “I’m Flix and this is my boyfriend, Alan. What’s your name?” Alan could have slapped his forehead, or Flix for that matter (he’d only ‘met’ her the night before so boyfriend was a bit possessive), but decided on a different tack – besides, both the girls were rather fit and maybe there were worse ways to spend time waiting to be rescued.. “Look, we can do introductions later, right now I think we all need to get off this ship – fast!”  They hustled over to the ropes hanging over the side.<br/><br/>Alan thought he recognised the guy with the metal arm and loud voice from the party. He helped Flix grab a rope and she started to shin down. The other girl was still clinging to his arm so he told her to “hang on” and he abseiled down the hull with her.