Ellen had just got to the middle of the grid of ladder shaft entrances when she heard a voice reply to her call. It sounded like a female, a young female at that. She turned to the origin of the voice out from a shaft came a man and a girl in her teens, both of them naked. They probably couldn't find clothes in time and resorted to staying the ladder shaft and braced for the impact of their lives. They suffered minor bruises, but nothing as bad as what Ellen had.<br/><br/>As the two climbed up, the girl spoke, talking about priorities. Ellen added, "I don't know about how damaged the ship is, but I think I know someone who might have access to something like that." She didn't know much of the mumbo-jumbo about ship. Heck, she didn't know much about anything outside her own field. "Which reminds me. Have you seen a guy who's bald and he has facial hair like over here," she pointed to the area above her lip, "and has some stubble over here," she pointed to her chin.<br/><br/>"I might know where you might find some clothes," she finally added. She didn't mind the blood trail on the side of her face and from the feel of it, she knew it had already clotted, though, she did need gauze and probably a bandage or two to keep it from opening again. Even the scratches on her left arm started to sting in the air of the atrium. If she could get wrapped up and cleaned, she would be able to be fit enough to go look for Daric, wherever he might be.