<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Canyon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong><strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>Agonizing Wound (Average Severity)<br/><hr/><br/>Miria watched the escape pod tear through the atmosphere, her brow furrowed in worry. Tina's words, and the faint impact of the pod, snapped her out of it, and she hurried after the woman. She swatted her commlink off in surprise, and stared into soaring dust around them. "We have to get that signal off, too! Even if the people we fought didn't report us, that will draw any others in."<br/><br/>As they neared the escape pod, Miria broke into a jog, rushing to the side of the pod. The door was clearly jammed, and she left the other two to search for a way to get it free. Nothing in her pack would help to dig it free. Instead, she searched around the near side of the pod, looking for either a small external access terminal, or a connection port she could access with her datapad. Hopefully, the on-board computer could be coaxed into disabling the signal if it knew rescuers were at hand.<br/><br/>She broke from her search when Tina held up the respirators. For a moment, she could feel her temper rising; Miria had trekked all this way without any breath protection because Tina had<em>forgotten</em>that she had some? But, mistakes could happen, and the rest of her explanation suggested details that were more than a reasonable excuse. Instead, she paused a moment to collect herself, and accepted one. "Oh. Thank you."<br/><br/>She turned back to the pod, and began to search it once more as she pulled the mask over her mouth and nose. Now safely masked, she cupped a hand next to her mouth, and shouted toward the pod. "Can you disable the distress beacon? It's probably going to bring in some unwelcome types!"