Sarah held on for dear life during the crash, though she found the deceleration at the end to be the most painful part—she had been facing in the direction of the crash, and was pressed so hard against the ladder that she was left with painful bruises on her arms and legs. Her neck hurt slightly as well, but as the ship ground to a halt she realized in amazement that she had suffered no serious injuries. Of course, there was no knowing how many colonists had died, and how much danger the compromised structural integrity of<em>the Exodious</em>might pose. The future could not be more uncertain.<br/><br/>Still, all that was of less concern to her than her companion. At least his comments did not sound pained. “Are you sure you're okay?” she asked fearfully. It was almost embarrassing that her emotions had twisted her priorities so out of proportion—one life felt more important to her than thousands. "You can step out into the corridor over there if you need to rest. It's just a couple meters down." If he declines, she starts climbing up with him instead.<br/><br/>She then heard someone yelling at the top of ladder to the atrium, asking if anyone was alive. “There are two of us down here, we’ll head up there soon!” she called back.