Kory is already standing, though she hasn't been for long — bracing her palm flat on the side of the ship, breathing deeply to clear her head. The window lets in sunlight. She moves towards it on instinct.

'I don't remember,' she says, slowly. 'We must have been.'

She can smell smoke from somewhere, and there's a few sparks and creaks of metal from a destroyed ship. 'Do you recognise this planet?'