"Fire fight. It's not as bad as it looks." It's bad. Oh my God it's bad. Jane barely bites back a yelp as she sits up and rolls her shoulders as if to say 'see? totally fine over here. nothing to see. move along.' She's moving more jerkily than a nine year olds attempt at building a fully functioning robot.

Climbing to her feet is a new kind of hell, but she does it, because she's got a point to prove, and also who the hell is this guy to question her like that, anyway?

"This your ship?"

It's very....black and yellow.