[ she nods absently, understanding what he means and knowing that she's going to be little help in that department, much as she might wish otherwise -- repairing a ship has never been her particular strength. she watches with mild amusement as he starts muttering to himself, clearly only half-aware that she is standing right behind his shoulder, still--

at least until there's a question directed at her. ] I'm not sure, but I doubt it. Everyone's priority seems to be making sure those who have been wounded are treated. [ and, honestly, she agrees. if they're stranded here, there is still time to gather up all the survivors, make lists of what they know, what they have. though it will have to be done soon. ]

It is something that should be done sooner rather than later... we can't afford the group to descend to chaos. [ a pause. ] Where were you before you woke up here? [ she's heard various people speak of various places and is privately trying to make a list, establish some sort of common point. ]