When Rayfe awoke again, the cockpit clinked and thumped with the sounds of occupants in motion. Maron stowed her crash webbing and slinked out of her chair. She went through the uniquely Selonian ritual of a snout-to-tail stretch, finding the rear threshold of the cockpit to have just enough room to do so. The cockpit in front of her was filled with a landscape of adobe-colored arid hills, dotted with scraggly scrub brush, and set against a cloudless blue sky. They'd touched down somewhere with apparently no sign of civilization in sight. Hot, dry and empty.

"Ah, you're awake." Maron perked, rising back to two feet, mindful to stoop so that she didn't scrape the roof with her head.

"There's foodstuffs in the galley if you're hungry. It's galactic standard, don't know if you have any dietary requirements."

The Captain shuffled to a cubby locker, pulling out a few small effects, which she stuffed into the pockets of her flight suit.

"I'll be heading out now."