Ellen stepped back from the top of the ladder to give space for the girl to climb up. She did indeed looked young, but how young, Ellen did not know. She could see how the sight of dozens of colonist lying on the floor of the Atrium, whether in their own pool of blood or not, affected the girl, and could not help but say the same thing in her own language. "Dios mio," she said. At first, she could not see how many people lay dead on the Atrium floor, but it was too much. Even the morgue in the CSI lab back on Mars couldn't store this much people. She then saw the girl head over to where the lockers were, hearing her mention something about clothes. Though she was modest enough to cover her private areas, Ellen thought that with the number of dead colonists, someone's property and clothes may go unclaimed. She didn't like taking stuff from others, especially dead people, but if it was a need to survive and a chance to cover herself up, there was no choosing any other option.<br/><br/>She followed the girl, still not knowing her name. Upon arriving in the room, she found the place empty, save one person. From what she could tell, the girl knew this guy. She was as visibly shaken upon seeing him as when she saw the mass of perished lives on the Atrium floor. The girl then ran to a nearby sink, spewing her guts out. Ellen tried to hold her own stomach in as she saw the girl vomit into the sink. Being someone who was around dead people often, it didn't really bother her, but it sure bothered the young woman, who just began sobbing, her tears falling into the sink. Ellen felt for her and finding some clothes on the floor, she picked them up and walked over to the girl. Not knowing how to comfort her, not even knowing her background or simply her name, Ellen reached a hand and placed it on the girl's back, moving it into a circle. It was the least she could do.