Sarah, determined to help her patients into the escape pods as quickly as possible, was as the lieutenant had noted last to go—not counting Warren himself. His shot came suddenly, with only a moment for her to wonder if the officer was erasing evidence of the technically illegal operation he had let her perform on Private Smith. Paranoid maybe, but those were the sort of thoughts one had when a gun was unexpectedly pointed in the general direction of one’s face. But instead it was the unseen orc that stopped the bullet, and the medic wasted no time in practically jumping into the pod and strapping herself in.<br/><br/>“Technically I’ve been the next-to-last one in fucking places, Sir,” Sarah said with mock seriousness right before the pod launched. She definitely did not want to lose an experienced officer like Warren anymore than he would want to lose his only medic.<br/><br/>Everything went a bit swimmy under the sudden intense burst of acceleration, but Sarah did not lose consciousness. She was left to look at those patients in the pod with her and wonder if they were okay, not that she could do anything strapped in like this. Both Smith and Cox had had no hope of surviving this trip, but there were a few others who in her medical opinion had at least some chance of not surviving the strain. Even assuming no one had just been lost, she would need to look them all over if and when they all got out of these miserable tin cans.<br/><br/>She was not sure if it was premature, but Sarah gave a sigh of relief to hear that there was a destroyer nearby that might be able to rescue them. Though she had no interest in thanking the Emperor for their fortune, unless it was with the gift of her scalpel in his eye.