Terra looked over her new subjects and tried to look like she wasn't nervous out of her mind right now. The blaring alarms didn't help matters. She didn't shut off the general alarm yet, choosing to glance down at the floor and scuffle her dress-shoe-clad foot across the carpet. A sigh left her lips as her tail hung low, and she finally said, "Well, I am sorry to say, but we aren't going home, people. I'll answer your questions. I'm... the only one left. This ship has... been damaged, somehow." She gestured to a cracked transparent panel and a spinning alarm beacon, "The crew is gone, so are the passengers." She paused again, then bit her lip and shook her head. The uniform vanished and in it's place was a monk-like robe. She crossed her arms, "I'm... the ship... is badly damaged. I can't fly home. I don't even know how long we've been out here, my memory modules are shot."

Terra looked down at her now-bare feet that were hidden beneath the robe, took a breath, then went on, "I wasn't supposed to wake you, but I'm not the Captain, I'm the ship. I need your help. We need to get out of here, somehow." She stepped back a little now, looking suddenly timid and afraid to have an angry mob come upon her.