Zimmy had spent the last minutes since her ungainly collapse pulling herself back together. Her liver was easily superhuman with the way it chewed through alcohol: actually, it may very well have been superhuman, since her father had told her a story many times of a mission he was involved in, where the end result had been a strange wizard-type man granting each of them one moderately sized wish. Zimmy's father had promptly asked for an immortal liver. Priorities, she supposed.

So when Setzer challenged her ability to seriously kick his ass in a fight, Zimmy was ready to go. "It's not teleporting, you muscle-lunk. It's gravitational manipulation. Teleporting is boring and over in a second and if you even cared you would know..." No one was listening, of course. She was still leaning against a tree while the world slowly phased back into focus. By the time she was able to look up and sneer at the man with ridiculously poofy hair, the moment had passed, and Setzer had gotten his one sassy remark of the entire year in.

And before she could even retaliate, a deafening sound shook them all. Gunfire. Not just gunfire, [i]airship cannonfire[/i]. These weren't the kind of things they were supposed to be hearing on The Greatest Party Trip Of All Time[sup]TM[/sup]. She looked up with the rest of them, tracing the low-flying comet as it screamed overhead. Not good.

Before the fire had even disappeared overhead, Zimmy was reaching out to the Mist around her, grasping it, tugging it, crushing it to meet her needs. It formed a sparkling path beneath her, and she kicked off from her place at the tree, skimming across the surface of the clearing toward the tallest tree she could find. Behind her, the flaking specks of light exploded, sending her hurtling forward toward the tree at breakneck speeds. She'd only tried this trick a few times before, and it was a little bit stupid. In the heat of the moment, though, she couldn't think of anything else.

The glowing path in her mind curved upward as it approached the tree trunk, and she felt her insides press down against the circle of G-force as her feet skated from the ground to the tree, surfing up the bark. Her feet nearly slipped out from under her, but sheer force of will--and the diminished amount of alcohol in her blood--kept her steady. She broke away from the branches with a series of sharp cracks, and soared above into the sky, passing Setzer while he perched there watching the collision.

In the few seconds she had, she tracked the fireball as it had gone. Above the trees as she was, she could see a few things that weren't really clear to anyone else below. The ship's Mist reactor was toast. It had scorched a circle of black char in the middle of the wreckage, and smaller fires surrounded the clearing. It was tough to see much of anything from the view she had--it was practically a bird's-eye look at the wreck.

There was something very interesting, however: a much smaller piece of wreckage past the main conflagration. It wasn't on fire, and it looked almost like there was a parachute attached to the thing.

Then Zimmy was falling straight toward the ground. Not that she was worried. The Mist congealed beneath her into a pile of sparkling jello, and she landed softly in the puddle of sparks before touching down again gently. She landed just in time to hear Gideon barking orders. Pretty much his point in life, being royalty and all. Normally she'd give him endless shit about it, but it wasn't the time.

"About that, Gid," she began, tucking as much of her wild hair back into place as she could. "It looks like there's a pod out there. Something really small past the main wreck. I'd bet all the drinks here that someone made it to that escape vehicle before it all went up. The mist reactor on that thing is fucking wrecked, though. Not sure how many people could survive that."

Her hair was not going to go back where it belonged, she decided. "The trip there looks pretty straightforward. You probably know all this shit anyway, I guess, but I'll say what I saw anyway. Looks like there's a pretty straight route through the trees to where the crash happened, but there's a decent-sized river between us and them. And no, no cell reception." She glanced back at her phone to double check, but there was nothing.