Kat's hands gripped the armrests, her nails nearly digging in, as the ship descended and the nerve wracking countdown sounded.  Her eyes shut tightly, nearly becoming convinced that they were about to meet their end.<br/><br/>The crash itself seemed to happen in slow motion, and where there should have been sound it seemed as if Kat's ears completely blocked it out.  Had she and April not been firmly lashed into their seats they would have been thrown about violently to the point that they very likely would have died from the injuries.  As it was it felt like they were jarred harder than anything she'd experienced before.<br/><br/>The wind was knocked out of her and it took a few moments for her brain to reboot and her lungs to fill with a gasp.  She assessed herself first, mentally checking her every appendage to see if there were any injuries.  Nothing but a few minor bruises and scrapes it seemed.  "April?" she asked in a soft, throaty voice.  "Are you okay?"