"You wish," Ellen said in response to Daric's serenade comment. "At least you're alive and kicking. Your jokes haven't died either." From what she could see Daric didn't suffered any wounds that broke the skin and bled profusely. Probably a few scratches and a possible concussion was what she could analyze with her eyes alone. Whether he would be able to walk was a different story.<br/><br/>She listened to Daric rant about himself and then shared interest in commonalities, most notably her head injury, to which commented, "Oh this ... this is nothing. I'll live and heal. This guy, not so much." She glanced at the dead guy once more and said to Eric, "Hey, you can cover him if you'd like. I'd like to hold my stomach for another hour or so." Hunger in fact had never struck her as important until now. They had been in cryo for twenty years with no food or drink in their bellies. Their stomachs could be dry and rotten without consumption of whatever food was left. "Come on D, let's see if we can get you standing ... but take it slow though. We don't want to rush things."