Terra observed the various reactions by the passengers and wondered if this truly was a smart idea... she started to doubt that. The jaguar started to pace back and forth with her tail sweeping the floor and her computer mind whirring somewhere deep in the ship. She wanted to comfort them. She really did... but now was not the time. "Look, folks, I know you are upset. The fact is, the engines have overheated and blown several parts, so I need to repair them. However, one of my reactors has melted down in a textbook Delta Mode failure and is currently spilling molten corium into it's compartment with enough radiation coming off of it to turn someone into a gremlin. The other two are barley doing better, so, unless you want to go wading through an almost tangible soup of gamma, beta, and alpha radiation, I don't think we can do much for now to fix the engines. And yes, I'd love to go through myself, but I have no hard-hologram projectors back there. Safety measure in case I ever went rogue."

A deep breath, "Now, as for communications... my long-range antenna was knocked off at some point, and something is blocking me from using any of my remaining communications systems, even the ancient radio I have. Don't panic, I have emergency solar panels, and two damaged reactors can still spin turbines. I have power, and I have life support, we are safe. If you don't know, that is Ceres, so we are technically one planet and one dwarf planet away from Earth, Mister Clinton." She gave a harsh glare to him before her ears perked and she noticed Mister O'Brien fawning over his crypod. Terra padded over and peered across his shoulder at the cryopod, going silent, then telling him, "She's hurt, but alive... I am sorry, sir, but if I thaw her she might die. She needs to be in the hands of medical personnel when she is thawed... something went wrong with her control systems. She'll be okay but... only if she stays frozen."

Terra started to float then, allowed by her holographic body, hovering above them all and saying, "I need your help to get me and all of you back home... there are escape pods on this vessel, but they only last for a week away from their mothership, and we are well beyond a week from Mars... or even any Orbital Guard patrol lanes. To answer your question, Mister Allen, yes, I do." A hologram of her blueprints appeared, floating in the air beside her, "I thawed you all out because I am lonely, I will admit. But, I also foster hope that perhaps you can help us get home..." she flickered and her voice garbled, then she came back, looking distinctly concerned, "...before it's too late." She landed on the ground, looking around at them with a desperate look.