Elisa went to work, helping Graff with repairing the battered<em>Marauder</em>, breaking down the damaged panels and removing them from the insectoid machine. The damage didn’t seem too bad, but she knew from experience to never make assumptions in a situation like this. “One thing I have to say.” She spoke up as she pushed close to him again, tools in hand. “For what its worth, it wasn’t a complete disaster. We all got out alive.”<br/><br/>“So how’s this for a deal?” She continued, trying to sound upbeat. “After we’re done here, let’s you and I get a drink and a bite to eat? I certainly could use… well, anything after all that crap.”<br/>