[ It certainly doesn't seem like the crash was planned. Or, well, maybe it was but whoever was piloting hadn't been aware of that. It's hard to say. Simple re-entry gone wrong or sabotage? She wants to believe it's the former, but unfortunately has seen enough bad that sometimes it overpowers the hopefulness. ]

That's considerate of 'em, at least. [ Rose yanks her pack out from the under the seat and immediately throws it over her own shoulder without bothering to check it. She will, in due time, but right now she's more concerned with getting answers to the gazillion questions swimming in her head. Getting out of this ship might be ideal though, too. Among the blood is the acrid smell of smoke and the quiet occasional groans of the hull can't be good either. ]

Makes me wonder what they did mean for us, [ she mutters as an aside to herself. ] Good to know I'm not alone in the what the fuckery though. I was starting to worry I'd just conked my noggin too hard on something.