Despite the fact that they were alone, and no one who would care would hear if she snapped back at him, Ro still had a solid grip on her ability to remain semi- professional barring the fact that they didn't have a map anymore. "The ship is crashed against a large rock," she said, going onto describe what it looked like from the outside. Her general knowledge of ships was extremely limited but she knew climbing aboard that they'd crashed front-side first; information that she relayed to him as they walked down the corridor.

"That's all of what I know," She responded. "That and the captain of this ship is likely to face some serious questioning and reprimanding. Not necessarily in that order."

As they went through the hallways, Ro kept her wand aloft and lit, pointing it every which way now and then to make sure they were going the right way. But the thing about magical spaces was that one never knew what they would discover behind another door. Not to mention the plethora of possibilities that could occur when that magic was damaged. "Anything looking familiar to you?" she asked, keenly aware of the oddly expansive silence that the ship offered.

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