[i]Quite possibly.[/i] 

The GM pilot allowed to herself, though she wasn't about to agree out loud. The most the Frenchman got in agreement was a nod, then a moment later she pushed off from the Juggler's foot to right herself. This portion of the colony had air, but she wasn't sure about the rest. It had to have been abandoned for a reason. So she zipped her normal suit back up and fastened her helmet without a word, making her way towards the airlock. They had all come in at what used to be the spaceport, before the colony was abandoned. They were separated from the inside of the colony by an airlock, which she walked to as calmly as possible without taking her eyes off of the Zeon pilots. Or refastening the clasp on her sidearm's holster. She wasn't looking for a fight, but she wasn't going to get caught off guard by one.

The airlock, thankfully, opened without issue. She sealed the first door behind her and opened the second as soon as it was latched; the second one required a little more effort, indicating either something damaged or loss of power during the evacuation. The manual release was in working order, though, so she yanked hard and was rewarded with the sound of the chamber decompressing. The door opened easily after that, she she slipped deeper into the colony. It had definitely been abandoned in a hurry, though she was hard-pressed to say why; there was breathable air, a quick check confirmed, but once she took off her helmet she knew it was a finite supply. It tasted stale, and the area was dead silent. Habitat controls were clearly offline. Maybe that was why they evacuated, or maybe they had stopped without anyone to maintain them. Hard to know.

It [i]did[/i] mean, though, that the colony hadn't been breached. Rebekah would have been breathing vacuum if it was. Since it was present, though, it was important to breathe [i]that[/i] and not the tank in her suit. One was a lot less in supply than the other. If there was time, and equipment, she would have to see if she could find spare tanks. Though those were probably in the spaceport...

She keyed the mic in her headset.

"Frenchman, while you are keeping them occupied you should look around for spare O2 tanks. Mobile suit or normal suit sized, either one. We may well need both."

She kept an ear open for a response, though she doubted she would get one of importance. Better to be safe, though. Most of her attention was focused on her first objective; the emergency supplies. Colonies all kept them near the evacuation points, and usually more than they needed. If she was lucky there might be a few spares left.

The supply point had clearly been ransacked, there was abandoned detritus everywhere, things people dropped but didn't have time to pick up. Empty kits here and there, as though people had tried to put their contents in something else, but she [i]was[/i] lucky. Three spare packs. Water, rations, first aid supplies, and more importantly, a basic oxygen mask. Wouldn't do anyone much good if the lifepod was breached, but it could be a lifesaver if it ran low on air.

Or if a mobile suit did, for example.

She slipped the straps from all three over her shoulder, musing on whether or not she should give the third to the Zeonic soldiers if she could find other supplies. Maybe if the Frenchman found some air tanks of his own, and if she found more food, though it wouldn't help them much. One pack wasn't going to help all three of them. 

Her next stop was the stands that used to cater to travelers. The food wasn't good, but the important thing was it was almost all non-perishable. Chips, jerky, candy, that sort of thing. Easy to carry packages, no risk of it going bad, and lots of calories. Not healthy, but the important thing was calories. They could eat healthy when it [i]wasn't[/i] life or death. Rummaging through the cashier's station yielded a few plastic bags that she immediately began shoveling bottles of water, and after that packaged snacks, into. The bag of waters wasn't light, but that meant that it held a decent supply. Enough to last til Side 6. After a little thought she prioritized jerky first, rationalizing that it held the most value in their current situation. Chips were least important, though she did take some, because the bags were mostly air. This was easily circumvented by pricking a hole to let the air out, then packing the bags. Not factory fresh anymore, but not taking up so much space.

Then was candy. Calorie density was most important, so she mostly grabbed things with the highest sugar content. Practically pure sugar. She conceded to her desires by packing a small number of chocolate bars, though she also tucked some into her own pockets. Had to have something to celebrate with if she survived.

The Lieutenant surveyed her haul for a few moments and concluded that it was probably sufficient to get them back. Albeit perhaps not wishing to eat such things ever again. Lifting her bags with a little effort (finding room in her hands was difficult, even after setting her helmet on her head) she started making her way back.

"I'm going to need you to get the door."

[@Plank Sinatra] [@Crimmy]