They kept walking, eventually making it to the ship. Her tools were scattered. She grabbed her wrench and opened a panel, immediately getting back to work .
"It'll have to be controlled. Or.. Or maybe some sort of marking system?" She pulled out of the panel, looking somewhat upset. "I have to figure it out."
"I don't want to wait a year," she said in frustration. "You said it yourself. I don't want to abandon them. I don't want them to feel that." She sat back, her brows furrowed. "Everything that's happened is my fault and I need to fix it."
