Sarah was happy to surrender the med kit to Ellen—if whoever was inside that room had some sort of gruesome injury, the tech preferred not to see it. “Thank you.”<br/><br/>“That’s a good idea,” she then replied to Richard when he spoke. “All the first class techs have some basic training with the ship’s systems, and between the two of us we should be able to handle the job.” This kind of work felt like almost a relief—anything to further bury the part of her that wanted to curl up on the floor and cry. Sarah led Richard over to the maintenance computer and activated it. She called up the power grid and began identifying the compromised areas that needed to be shut down. If she encounters any glitches or malfunctions in the shutdown protocols, she turns things over to her companion so that he can attempt to override.<br/><br/>As Sarah worked she spoke to Richard. “Now that we’ve finally got a moment to think, I can’t help but wonder what happened to the ship—I would have never believed such a catastrophic failure could have occurred before we even attempted atmospheric reentry.” She paused suddenly, worried. “You don’t think it might have been deliberate sabotage, do you? On the other hand, if it was something like that, there probably wouldn’t be any survivors at all.”