"Oh.. Oh god..." Dorothy brought a hand to her face as she observed the body, trying to filter the rancid smell of human decomposition from the air. She felt dizzy, and leaned against a wall for support, eyes locked on what was once Jason. "w..What the fuck..." She backed away, trying to make sense out of what had just come to her, and how she knew it.

She found herself, by the time she decided to leave the blanks be, sitting, and rubbed her forehead nervously.  From what she could tell, her foreboding feeling had a justified reason to be there, but the exact cause was in the many, many blanks she had in her memory. Swallowing her own fear, she stood up, deciding to leave the foul-smelling ship to find something she could use to defend herself. She stepped out of the ship, letting her eyes adjust for a moment before carefully tip-toeing back up the stairs, keeping an eye out for anything that could be used to protect herself with. 

As she got to the door, hanging on the wall beside it, if the number of jumpsuits she'd found in the room where she woke up was the same as the number of people that had been on her ship. Considering the fact that she'd woken up naked, and that Jason's body was naked, it would make sense. She just hoped that whoever owned the last jumpsuit was ok; something was definitely wrong, and she worried about being able to figure out what she needed to do alone.

With her moment of thoughts and concerns finished, she peeked out the door, and upon finding no-one around, went back to the room with the jumpsuits to learn the names of who she should be looking for, and maybe to find something to help her feel safer.