Zeta was silent as she piloted the ship through the wild debris field. It wasn't that she couldn't speak while piloting, but she chose to prioritize her skin layer regeneration over her conversation threads. The B-Wing twirled slowly through the field, the occasional unavoidable clank reverberating through the small cockpit. Once clear of the debris and in range, Zeta engaged the autopilot and let the ship land itself.<br/><br/>Her skin had taken a fair amount of damage. Sensors indicated that she had lost 49% of her skin, and that would require sustenance to enable full recovery. She had enough remaining material to regenerate 30%, which had been taken care of during the flight. As she detached herself from her custom apparatus, she appeared to have a few major gashes and an innumerable amount of small ones. A human would have bled out from this many cuts. Fortunately she was not a human.<br/><br/>Nodding to Khementari, she exited the ship to a standing ovation that was rather quickly cut short. Zeta blinked at the crowd, uncertain why they were all staring at her. She was about to give them something rather more shocking to stare about. As Khementari emerged behind her, she turned and asked her a question.<br/><br/>"Just how did you make your way to the Carrack, Khementari?"