<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/55/83/d8/5583d8287dc20d30cf2e8c3b4d048177.jpg)</div>One skill you learn quick is to tune out what doesn't concern you, while keeping an eye and ear out for the important stuff.  For example: not being a doctor, there wasn't a lot Shae could do for whoever it was they had jsut pulled out of the leaky tin can. They'd meet, in time, if the unllucky passenger survived; if she didn't it didn't matter.<br/><br/>OK, so she<strong>was </strong>lending half an ear to the comm chatter, enough to know they had a live femme pulled out of the pod.  It wasn't until her tracking gear went<em> 'kwert', </em>though that she fully woke  up and opened her eyes.<br/><br/><em>'Kwert' </em>can mean lots of things, from a momentary blip caused by a magnetic flux to a passing hunk of rock.  In this case, though, it seemed to mean a steady bearing, arcing up from the planet they'd so unlamentedly just left. "Uh...guys?"  The Mirilian fumbled her headset straight and went on General Announce, her other hand slapping the switches to bring her gun mount back to life. "Not to rush your party down there, but we've got some company inbound.  Someone order a Nerf pie or something?"