The suit blinked at the man as he stepped out into the strangely-colored light. With a shrug of her massive shoulders, the suit followed him, careful to scan the rim of the crash site for anything unfriendly. As much as she would laugh when the guy got mauled five minutes after surviving a shuttle crash, she could always use someone to watch her back. From the look of him, he was a stealthy type. Most of the time she didn't get along with stealthy types (although truthfully she didn't get along with non-stealthy types either). 

Outside the light faded to nearly white; either that, or her eyes were adapting. She shifted her grip on her rifle thoughtfully and spared the other survivor a glance; much like her, he was helmeted and armored. Probably a good thing, considering the nature of the planet. For all they knew, the atmosphere could be poisonous to human life. One way to find out. Reaching around the back of her helmet, she opened the air valve and took a tentative breath. While the air was thick with churned-up dust and particulate matter, with a faint metallic taste, her lungs didn't reject it out of hand. With this in mind, she left the valve open for a moment more, then shut it. "Doesn't seem instantly lethal. Hey, you. Got some scanners you can run? Check out the air quality." 

The man was surveying the area a couple of steps away from the ship wreckage. He asked about the crash itself. 

She shrugged. "There was a buoy-- you know, one of those little satellite things. Old. Looks like it floated out here when the batteries died, and we ran into it. Don't know how, but we got the worst of it, and here we are." She turned to watch the air inside the ship mingling with the air outside. It looked a little odd, like the outside was sucking the inside air out, but she figured that was just the ship's artificial atmosphere in its death throes.