Niesha did what she was told. At times, she had to detour, assuming that Travis was following her, around too many soldiers to fight, but she found a route to escape in. Returning was harder, but she managed to do it, sometimes getting rid of opponents but mostly trying to stay out of sight, as she made her way back. 

Over the next few hours, Niesha did what she could to help, whether it be cleaning up, or taking out some last few soldiers, or even acting as a runner and getting more supplies if needed, she just didn't want to be standing around doing nothing, and she knew she'd be hopeless are helping to fix the ship. So she worked to her other skills, doing her best. 

From time to time she found her way to Cari, wanting to make sure she was alright, still seeing the horrifying few seconds of Cari falling in her head. There were just some things that never left you, and Niesha figured this was one. So it was that by the time things seemed to be okay, Niesha was exhausted. Muscles she didn't know she had ached, but she was better off them some. She only had a few scratches that were nothing, and being tired was just fine. 

She didn't know what her next move was, what she was meant to do now. Things just seemed to...level out, from the hectic battle and capture to this, and it made Niesha feel edgy, like something else was going to happen even if it wasn't. She glanced about her, and ran a hand through her hair, which had escaped the tie she had put it in and was now a mess, but she used her fingers to try and smooth it over, before putting it back up. She took a few moments, taking a couple of deep breaths, and checking to make sure she didn't have any injuries she was unaware of, but all seemed well.

There was probably still lots to do, and so Niesha went to see what else she could do, even if it was simply fetching a drink or some food for someone who couldn't, or if it was just cleaning up the ship some. She liked to feel useful.