Six hovered lightly around--Hay took care of himself, and everyone else seemed to be alright. He shifted his position nearer to Jackdaw--she seemed to be taking up the helm, after all. "Any plans for the next move?"

If Hark had been here, he'd have offered them to split off from the ship, see if they could backtrack far enough to find Varus and get the full team back together. They'd done more dangerous things, after all, and after so long in a place that was mostly other people he was itching for some time with just him and Hark again. A lot of missions had been like this, for them--dump the two alone on some planet, and wait for them to call back with a completed mission. Most of his best memories were of those times--making their way forward against rough odds, days spent travelling with the scenery flying by, nights together under whatever stars and moons the planet happened to have ...

But this was all hypothetical, and right now, he couldn't think about that. He had to focus on how these people and him would get themselves out of this scrape.