_With a resigned sigh, Mira leaned back and away from the sleeping Angel. What she wouldn't give to sleep like that right about now. Looking over her shoulder, the fiery red haired woman spotted both Geoff and Daemon both busily working on fortification, neither speaking to each other. The camp was eerily silent. Stretching out her legs, Mira turned her attention to her helmet, still neatly placed on the ground. The golden lens stared back at her, whispering promise of adventure and hardship. Softly humming, she lifted the helmet and easily propped it over her head, once more fitting the metal over her head and locking it into place with a 'click'._

_Just after she put her helmet on, she heard call out to her. Lifting her head, she took in the presence of the blue armored Geoff. He stood tall, yet clearly had a burden on his shoulders, something was bugging him - more so than the crash. She quickly glanced at Angel before returning her full attention back to Geoff, standing to meet him face to face. Or, helmet to helmet. Nodding with understanding, she pursed her lips. "All of our rations were in the Pelican, but maybe....The escape pods might have some minor rations in them. They won't last long, but their something." She placed a gloved hand on her helmet in thought. "Or...We could try hunting in the area. I'm pretty sure that we could eat some of the creatures here. Some of them, anyway." Mira dropped her hand back to her side, looking to Geoff for his opinion. She might be leader, but she always took what her squad thought to heart._

Daegon, who was still gathering and strategically placing large sticks and semi-logs, looked up. He too, was starving. The pain in his side wasn't helped with all of the lifting he was doing either. He considered asking for medical attention earlier, but figured Angel definitely needed the aid more so then he. By now, Mira was most likely too tired to address his wounds properly. He was still surprised that a woman would be chosen to lead a mission so important, but decided against questioning it. If she was strong enough to go on with an artificial leg, he could gather that she could face any foe now, without backing down. Though, that wasn't always a good thing. 

He turned his deep brown gaze to Angel, sleeping peacefully, now that she had been healed. He studied her face for some time before turning and continuing to pile on twigs, branches, and some of the larger logs he could find - using his size to his advantage.