Don't get too excited... This might be a "into the frying pan" type of scenario.

[Fiora, overhearing the girl who'd just stumbled out of the ship, looks back over her metallic shoulder at her. Well, it's one less person who needs help, not to mention one less deceased, but Fiora can't help but worry about her. Unlike Fiora, she looks normal. Can a normal girl survive out here, in this... wherever they are?

Fiora stands up and turns away from the pile of backpacks she'd been rummaging through to face the girl. The two of them are the same height, but Fiora's body is made of steel, its polished surfaced peppered with a few dents and scratches in the paint. Acutely aware of how people normally react, but as unable to do anything about it as always, she just continues talking.]

...I guess it is pretty cool, though. Pretty sporty design for a spaceship.