<strong>"Lightyears from the nearest hospital and still never a dull moment in the medical ward."</strong>Ellen mused to herself as she returned briefly to the infirmary to relieve herself of the goods she was carrying. Upon returning to the bridge she found the Pilot slumped unconscious in his seat, safety restraints properly in place.<strong>Well, in one line of thinking, you're not contributing to a statistic.  in another line of thinking, you're the first statistic for this circumstance."</strong>As the doctor continued to muse to herself, she took a brief assessment of the damage.  There weren't any obvious signs of wounds or trauma that she could see. Satisfied with this knowledge, she casually turned back to the infirmary to retrieve a stretcher and then returned to the scene.  While she wasn't exactly the strongest woman in the galaxy, she'd manipulated unconscious people enough to know how to get the man onto the stretcher safely without assistance.<br/><br/><strong>"Rrr... damn it."</strong>The equipment wasn't functioning on account of forced landing.  This complicated matters in an already complicated situation. With a sigh of resignation to the lack of mechanical assistance she'd be receiving, the pink-haired woman cut through the man's shirt and investigated the torso for damage.  After a few minutes she came to the conclusion that the only signs of trouble were where the seating restraints had held him back, leaving large red stripes across his torso. She'd checked his ABCs and all seemed fine to her. Not seeing any immediate danger, she transfered the man to a cot for him to rest and recover on his own.<br/><br/>The middle-aged woman stepped out of the infirmary and returned to her own quarters which were predictably trashed.  With another sigh she rummaged around near where her nightstand once stood. It didn't take long before she recovered exactly what she was in search for.  Reaching into her coat pocket, she filled the device with a liquid that thankfully hadn't broken and spilled. Another pocket she unraveled a cable from which she connected to the device and almost against hope, the device activated.<strong>"Billions invested into a ship that crashes, fifty bucks invested into an e-cig that survives a crash."</strong>And with that, she took a drag of the cherry-flavored vapor and enjoyed the first relaxed moment she'd had to herself since planet-fall.