Ellie looked over, looking around, as she heard them come in. But worst of all, she knew Viktor was out in the open. They were alive, and just- and somehow, she felt good that they were alive. But even worse about their situation, no less, and it was anarchy, as she looked out, spotting King and Stienhauser. She even picked up the sound of a EVA engineer, Makoto, on the Mars ship. But the sight of Dylatov was the scariest one. He was drifting. No thruster pack. And she barely made out that tiny refelction of torchlight, a broken SOS signal that seemed to just be visible.
"Fuck." She said to herself, as she looked around, heavy breathing, as she then bounded off. It was a strong movement, a real bound into the abyss, as she drifted, keeping a stable position as she moved to him. She had no idea of how far he was, just that it had to be him, not a shimmering piece of metal. And she would get him.
"Thank Christ you're alive. Stienhauser, King, get yourselves to Engineering, or something stable. Get inside the craft, the outside is going to be shrapnel ridden when it starts finding itself attracted. I'm going to get Viktor, he's going to drift otherwise. Just get inside, and wait out. Makoto, I hear you clear, you're on the polar opposite of our line in the station, at the Mars station if you're where I think you are. Just hold there. Viktor, just hang on, keep waiting- I see you." She said, as she knew that was going to have to risk this, and she knew it would be bad. The Canadian and the Australian would be fine to get back, but Viktor, he'd die. And she knew that they would need him, as well as the fact that she was his crew. She wouldn't let him die, and get out of her sight now. The HUD was playing about, and the identification system wasn't working, hardly to her surprise, but no less, this was a time she wished it did. Finding Viktor's light was impossible, though it was just distinctive to her eye. She gave one thruster boost, as she came closer, and closer, making his suit out as she came in.

She collided with him hard, bumping off as Ellie grabbed his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his, almost spinning as she thrustered off, pushing back, the momentum pushing them back towards the station, aware that he was now holding onto her.
"Hang on!" She yelled, as they floated back, the distance between them and the station considerable. She kept a hold of him, aware that it was easier than most things back on Earth to do- that is, lugging a Russian, in a full EVA suit. It was horrifyingly perilous, but Ellie let it take over her, that she had to get him back, and knew that above all, that there was no way that they were losing him. It was worth the risk to get her, and she knew that she was confident in movement in space, compared to the others. Maybe Stienhauser could move to get him, but she had seen it, and she was fetching him. And Ellie knew that she took care of her crew. This was an extenuating circumstance, and her heartbeat ran almost double, hitting 200. But you had to deal with it, and simply freezing wasn't an option. She'd been out enough, and perhaps Viktor had at least had the initiative to think. But with his arm coupled up around her arm, the two were coming back, and back to station. She couldn't see the others, but right now, knew that they'd find each other. They had thruster packs. Bits were falling apart, the station was almost severed into two, with the Engineering section floating off, though it was keeping a vague pace with the rest of the Mars machine and any fragments bolted to it. That was alive, at least. She had to think. Escape Pods. They were maybe a way out. But they could have been blown to bits, and were designed to be used in uncompressed situations. When compression was lost, they could work, but they relied on integrity of the parts they were within. And hence Ellie knew it wouldn't be a simple case of getting down. Re-Entry was impossible with any part of this station. Maybe the Mars machine, but that wasn't a hope in hell. Even the SpaceX craft had been blown apart, and it was re-entering now, the whole structure falling down. There was no reason chasing it- even if it had an re-enterable module, it was going to be too far away. No, they were stuck here. In the wreck.

She thursted lightly, but still impacted hard against the station, bounding off as she held onto him, by his hand as they somewhat echoed off the wall. She grabbed a rail and held on tight, as she looked downwards, to the Earth, almost reminding her in a tormenting way. They were going berserk, perhaps in total shock that this was happening. And even if they could see Ellie Tavistock and Viktor Dylatov on the side of the craft, looking back at them, there was no way rescue was coming. Any load that would be sent up was twice weekly, and the SpaceX craft was one of them at the moment. So a launch would take almost two days, and as Ellie looked at her oxygen meter, she knew it wasn't worth it. Then she realized. It was red, and at the two hour mark. It had collapsed in it's duration, and was reporting error. She screamed mentally, as she looked to Viktor.

"My oxygen feed's been knocked up. I'm pissing it away." She said, cursing, with a bated breath, as she let him hang onto the rail, as she barely moved forward, slow and almost horrifed at the thought. She didn't know if the knock now had done it, or if it only reported now. But she had lost two hours of oxygen, and right now, it was going towards the hazardous area. She had one hour, fifty-five minutes left, and that was at the rate that it was going. She could easily lose the whole supply at any moment, and hence, made her movement almost slow, as she was slow to speak, thinking.
"We need to get inside. It won't make any difference to my supply." She said, almost knowing full well. She had saved Viktor, but now, due to the nature of the impact with him wrapped around her arm, it had made a significant impact on her current oxygen levels. Perhaps it was a worthwhile sacrifice. She was scared, scared that she might die. But at least she'd do it knowing she was helpless. She had to fight now, Ellie told herself. Find some oxygen, some for the rest of the crew too. Grabbing the airlock rail, she moved past the severed door, and where they had been moments before. Somehow, Ellie could only think that she'd be able to let 

She drifted slowly, moving through the smashed open door, bits of floating water and paper littering the area, as she avoided it, moving slowly and surely. Ellie didn't want to think about what was next, but knew that somewhere in here, the other two would have made it safely. And if she remembered rightly, there weren't many escape pods in Engineering. They were mainly in habitation, and that was just in pieces now. This was unstable enough as it was, swinging about, just a loose piece that was left. They had to find oxygen of some sort, and while Engineering was going to be what you would consider a likely place, it wasn't going to be enough. Most of the store was gone, and what there was left, Ellie knew wouldn't last. She moved through to the next segment, the sight of a jammed door in front being a significant hazard, as she looked back to Viktor, floating over as she took her toolkit out.

"We need to open it up. It's a module to module door, not an airlock. I can cut it, but I'll lose about a fifth of my fuel. Still, whatever is on the other side, we might need. I don't see anything we can use here, it's all fucking loose." She said, looking to Viktor, as she moved down, cutting the large blockage out, moving only a little bit at a time to slice the door's hinge, which quickly collapsed. The cutter was extremely powerful, and since this wasn't a seal, or an airlock- it was merely jammed, so a cutter could do it, taking about four minutes or so to do. It took a while, but it wasn't too tricky. But no doubt, they'd have to figure out alternatives for airlocked doors that were severed in other places, if Ellie wasn't so needing to get behind this door to the rest of the Engineering modules. She finished up, before turning behind, checking who was there. This wasn't a time for words. They all knew what to ask, and it was something Ellie could only respond.

"We need to push on. We need to get to Makoto, the Mars ship could have supplies we could use. We need to salvage whatever we can in fuel and oxygen here- but I don't think there's much left. Getting to there means going back out into what's left of habitation and the Sciences area, and I suggest we wait till it stabilizes. I've got an hour and forty minutes. It could get worse. I don't know what happened here, but no doubt, there are no survivors. Could be a fault in the SpaceX ship, or in Habitation's hydro-oxy fuel cells, it can develop. The fucking system is meant to be foolproof...but they didn't fucking account for this burden." She said, rather coldly and aimlessly, just knowing she couldn't respond entirely. Her suit was intact, but that oxygen system was going to deplete, and no doubt, she was going to need oxygen far quicker than the rest. There was no system of transfer, and any supply that was left, she'd need to probably use more to even give around three hours. No doubt, whilst every minute felt like a silent, totally quiet hour, it was going to take time. Everything, every touch or contact that she made, Ellie knew wasn't going to be very audible. All she could really hear was vague radio chatter, and her crew's radios. That, and her own heavy, panicky breathing, and the noise of her suit's coolants. It was stomach churning, but Ellie had to block the fact that as if the team wasn't already in enough problems, she was going to die first. She had to keep it from her, the British astronaut aware that right now, they had to act, and fast, to find oxygen and any pods in engineering. 
"Sweep out across the modules...whatever you find, grab and keep to hand. Look for oxygen and any fuel that we can salvage- I doubt we'll find a lot, but search any corner." She said, as the whole section juddered, and Ellie grabbed a hold of a rail inside, holding on as it shook violently, before it stopped. Suddenly, almost the whole section behind them fell apart, almost completely cracking as the structure disintergrated, and Ellie held on, aware that it was dropping away in places, as the whole structure felt like it was held by string.
"Jesus..." She said quietly, as she moved up, going upwards through the module, looking around as she knew that they had to spread out, and look around now.