Space and time-- the illusion of time and space.. The traveling experience had actually gone rather smoothly until they hit turbulence and everyone was thrown back into their seats with a jolting force. The pilot had landed them safely, if not worse for wear, though Nadine's attention was now on what was 'out there'. Wherever they were, it was her responsibility to collect the data. Although they hadn't<em>planned</em>on touching down on any planets, now that they were here Nadine had a job description (and more or less; personality) to fill.<br/><br/>Disheveled to say the least, Nadine smoothed back chocolate tinted locks into a pony at the back of her head; securing it with the only elastic hairband she had around her wrist. It served as a dual purpose: An unexpected disguise for the small heart inked into her canvas of her wrist, and as a hair tie when needed… In such a time as this. Unbuckling from the chair, she stood, rising slowly as though something might be pulling her back down. Gravity. Fourteen weeks without it, and now she felt as though she suddenly had packed on a good hundred pounds. Hazel orbs scanned the scene, first to the passengers with an ocular assession, and then to the cargo hold where the doctor already was going through her items of consequence with a grim expression.<br/><br/>Satisfied that no one was in need of immediate assistance, she reached above her seat to the cubbyhole where she had her shoulder strap bag before they were suddenly unable to control the ship. A hand felt where the eyes couldn't see, but there was nothing. Panic flashed in her iridescent pools, though this was all and she simply took on a hurried importance. Where was it? Immediately, she began looking. Under seats, and in seats, by the ship's wall, and down the aisle of passengers until she spotted the splayed strap beneath a man's leg.<br/><br/><em>There you are…</em>She thought to herself, bending beside the man to gather her belongings. She hadn't bothered to actually look upon the face of the one there, but upon accruing the item, a chin tilted upwards, and her gaze fell upon the face of Sargent Garrus.<br/><br/><em>"Oh, excuse me.. My bag fell and slid beneath you."</em>She didn't want to blush, but it was there-- if ever so lightly, a shade of pink flourished up the column of flesh, and to her cheeks.<em>"Are you okay? Are you hurt?</em>Figuring that she should at least show some compassion and concern for the passengers of this flight… Even if she honestly struggled with those emotions.<br/><br/>The radio static broke through the system, the captain's voice soon thereafter; confirming the presence and safety of oxygen in the air here, and Nadine's ears perked. Great! That meant she---<em><strong>Send out the scientist first</strong></em>Yes! Escape from the present potentially embarrassing moment. Using the arm of Garrus' chair for leverage, she stood hurriedly and turned halfway before pausing in thought, she turned her face upon him again.<em>"The doctor…</em>motioning to the back of the ship where the doctor currently was.<em>"Will help you if you have any serious injuries." </em>With that, she made her way to the exit, and down the ramp to the earth below, slinging her bag across her shoulders.<em>"Hey.. What is the oxygen level, exactly?"</em>Nadine asked of the captain, though her attention was on the various plant (and possibly animal) life.