Skye took a few moments to evaluate the damage done to her group of people. Apparently, most of them somehow went really lucky. Well, technically speaking, they all did... everything was better than broken bones within potentially hostile territory. Sentinel looked like she didn't quite enjoy the rollercoaster ride into the hangar, though Skye secretly hoped that was all there was to her. A physically ill group member was more of a liability than a dead one, she remembered that all too well. She mostly ignored Grivers complaints about his leg, and it was not obvious if she considered his potential wound insubstantial, or if she outright didn't care. One could easily assume that she had access to his personal files and forged an antagonizing opinion on the young hacker, if paranoid enough. 
Her expression did lighten up substantially when the expedition's medic was not only alive and kicking, but also in her right mind. 

"Alright, if not already done, I want everyone to check their gear and prepare to move. Everything that's malfunctioning or damaged beyond reliable usability stays here. We can't afford to carry dead weight around.
Next, I need to remind you of what my job is: [i]your [/i] security. Whatever is happening to the people on the Providence is of low priority. My job is to keep [i]you [/i] alive, and in order to do that, you need to comply to [i]any [/i] command I or the officer issue. Even if that means abandonning someone from the colony's personnel. We're not here to be samaritans and help old ladies across the street."


[i][b]“Commander Wynters, you are going to want to come here and everyone else.... make sure your firearms are loaded.”
[/b][/i]

"Lock and load." 
She confirmed the officer's order and fired up the plasma battery of her rifle, causing the weapon to emanate a permanent, low buzzing noise together with an increasing amount of heat that could easily melt off human flesh, but didn't do any harm to the power glove she used to hold the middle-front end of the weapon. She swiftly made her way over to the officer and the pilot, who conveniently blocked sight on the gruesome scenery until she caught up with them. 
The view on countless devastated bodies wasn't even what made her flinch, it was the unbearable stench. She hissed an aggressive "Shit." through her clenched teeth. Skye stared emotionlessly into the corridor for several seconds, processing how this kind of massacre affected the odds of what may have happened here, but also looking for a way to move past the torn bodies. Very intently avoiding to look at any one victim in particular. Nothing good would come from sympathizing with the dead. After moments of silence and low breathing, she turned to Keppotko. "Is this our only way?" Though somehow, she already anticipated the answer.