Aw, heck.

[ is the ever so eloquent utterance from Rose as she awakens to the grisly scene before her. The pungent smell of blood is one of the first things that strikes her. Her eyebrows furrow as her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. ]

Looks like the party happened without me. [ 'Party.' Yeah, right. The woman sighs and shuffles around the wreckage. The flashlight isn't used because 1) she doesn't want to waste the batteries and 2) she doesn't actually need it. It doesn't occur to her that skulking about in the dark might not be such a good idea.

Her eyes look through the corpses littering the ship. She isn't the type to loot the dead bodies though she can't deny the extra supplies would be useful. Someone else probably needs them more than she does, anyway. ]

Wonder what happened here... [ At this point, she's just wandering about and inspecting all that she can. She'll make her way off the ship in due time but doubts she's the only one curious about what exactly went down. ... Besides the ship, obviously. ]

Boooooo. Couldn't we have landed on an arctic planet? This heat sucks.

[ Though she's talking to no one in particular, she feels the need to whine about the ridiculously high temperature. For all her complaining, however, an arctic landscape actually isn't preferable though. It would remind the woman far too much of home. So, even though this heat is absolutely sweltering, she'll deal with it best she can.

Apparently that means. Uhm. Stripping? One might catch the sound of fabric loudly ripping among the greenery. Rose is at the source of it tearing off the majority of her jeans to transform them into what are basically booty shorts. She ties her long blond hair up in a messy ponytail with one of the scraps of fabric and breathes a sigh of relief. That's better! ]

Alright, let's get this show on the road. [ What time is it? IT'S ADVENTURE TIME. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to explore the alien planet we go. This woman is taking this all surprisingly in stride. ]