He jogged along the beach, ignoring the continued stabbing knives in his belly as he advanced toward the distant wreck. He could hear banging and shouting from within even at this range, which must have meant the airtight vessel had multiple hull breaches. Still he could not clearly make out who it was just yet.<br/><br/>He restrained himself to a slow pace. Every signifigant exertion at this point was going to make his hunger worse, weaken him that much faster. Right about now he'd eat anything with more than two legs. Raw.<br/><br/>As he finally drew near the ship, he could feel the heat from it's re-entry. He tore at his shirt and wrapped it around his hands. Then he grabbed the hatch handle, and pulled until it gave way to him and broke open. "Lena. Glad to see you made it. Be careful as you exit. It's hot. Any of your food rations survive the wreck?"