Terra walked over and sat down on the chair, listening to her passengers chatter for a moment. Ceres wouldn't work, she knew it wouldn't. All four of her massive main engines were damaged and couldn't start right now, lest they risk an explosion or a fire. She took her time to think and sat silent for many, many seconds. Finally, she stood, smoothing her robe and crossing her arms. She starts to say, "Ceres might be able to slingshot me out of here, but, that needs precision maneuvering. The bridge controls haven't been touched in who knows how long, and my guidance systems need some calibrating. That all can be done but... all four of my main drive units are down. We can start them, but there's a big risk of an explosion or a fire. Could use my maneuvering and station-keeping thrusters but... those aren't nearly as powerful as the main drives."

The mention of a radiation lock-down made her think, and she projected that blueprint into the air again. This time, it was an X-ray hologram of the ship, with red-to-white squares and rectangles all over. She looks up at it, then starts to point to various areas, "I do have a bulkhead system, but there must have been a fire or an explosion when the crew evacuated. The emergency doors were locked, but, some are jammed open with things, overridden, or just aren't working. These red areas show the highest radiation. As you can tell, it's all mostly kept to the back of the ship, in Engineering." She gestured at the rear eighty feet or so of the ship, " We are in the Observation Lounge," A finger was pointed at a blinking red dot, in one of the white rooms. It was an oval bulge from the ship's belly, and was about halfway up the ship from the very rear end. A gesture to the protrusions at the rear of the 3D model followed, "The drive unit nacelles are at the very back of the engineering section..." A hand wave towards three dome-shaped rooms, one in the center and two on the sides, positioned at the top of the ship to take advantage of her natural curves, "...and these are the reactor containment rooms. Each one contains a Whittfeld PBB-2002 atomic fission reactor. Numbers One and Three are just barley avoiding meltdown. I've got them mostly stable now. About ninety gray of radiation floating around, so, don't go in there. Number Two will cook you instantly, I'm getting around a hundred and ten gray from in there. There's also this square room below it, the core has melted through and escaped into there. It's nearly as bad. Those long, rectangular rooms to the front of the containment rooms are the turbine halls, which are filled with radioactive, superheated steam. It's best to avoid those too."

Terra stepped back, sighed, took a breath, and continued, "Now, all those bulkheads have made this an interesting situation. You can see just what kind of honeycomb the engineering part is. Here, we are safe, I have so many sensors all over the place that I can tell you how fast you are breathing and what your heartrate is. The main bulkhead separating the engineering section from the passengers section has blocked most of it. Inside, though, there are hotspots, safe areas, all kinds of situations. If we want to get back and fix the engines, we will need to take a specific path. Drop into a hotspot.. well... there's nothing we can do but escort you to the Great Beyond." The cat turned to face the people who had spoken about the radiation, "There are radiation suits, but none are invincible to this stuff, and there are compromises with all of them. If you guys want to go ahead and try to fix those engines, I'll tell you about them, but I can show you all to the kitchens if you are hungry." She started to walk towards the spiral staircase that led up into the corridor, glancing over her shoulder to see if any were following her. The general alarm rang on with it's low, mournful tone, accomplishing nothing now.