With a shiver, Dorothy began to regret opening the door, as handling the cold was not one of her strong points, and the dimmer lighting only added to her ominous feeling. Resigning herself to what she was about to do, she walked in, shutting her eyes for a few moments to help her adjust to the levels of lighting, and went to the steps, analyzing the room.

The smell helped set her at ease; it was familiar, but she had no idea why, and the sight of the heavy lifter made her feel a little bit safer, for, again, reasons beyond her. The ship didn't ring any bells, however... But, there were lights on in it. She felt like she needed to find someone, though she had no clue as to why, and started, one step at a time, down the steps. She would pause every now and then, listening to the noises of the spacecraft she was on, occasionally thinking she saw something move in the dark. She blamed the former on her glasses, continuing on until she reached the ground floor.

Looking around, She decided to walk as quietly as she could to the ship, approaching the crew door. She was about to knock, but hesitated, instead going to open it carefully and quietly, peeking in as she was able to. She had no idea what to expect, but... She hoped it wouldn't be anything to give her bad feelings any merit.