Nessa had managed to get close to her ship once she had gotten her bearings.
"You did good ol' girl." She said to her ship as she moved to get her sidebag from the now ruined cockpit. "A shame. A damn shame." She uttered to herself before she moved to get into the ship.

The ship itself was pretty old compared to nowadays standards, many would wonder how it was still working.. well, how it [i]was[/i] working.
The Star-Born had to kick down the door in order to get back out, ducking her head so her horns didn't get caught.
She had grabbed whatever she could reasonably carry from the ship. Her cloak, which was tattered and torn beyond repair at this point, draped over her shoulders much like a navy blue cape.

A few metal discs were attached to her belt now, they looked harmless enough at first glance- but a trained eye would knoe they're scoutbots, again, a very primitive seeming version.
Her sidebag hung over her left hip while she seemed to carry a blacked out cage in her right arm. The cage rattled gently while it was moved.
"I know little one I'll let you-" she paused as she felt like she was watched.

She turned and looked at the figure approaching, narrowing her deep golden eyes as she did so.
[i]Only one.[/i] She thought, [i]The guard don't travel individually.[/i] that wasn't going to make her relax- she had encountered those who worked with the guard but stood alone before.

"Honestly it's the first crash that's totalled the Skipper." She said, holding back on saying the real name, "I'm guessing you're here for a reason." She hesitated momentary, "if it's ship parts go right ahead. The old girl's... well, old. Everything of value- bar most of my clothes- are on me."
The cage rattled again, causing the rare alien to grip it with another hand.