She was panting, HARD, even at the breakneck speeds she was running the whatever it was was gaining on her.  It was a spider-like thing, but it had 10 legs and was pissed that she had broken out of its web of... sticky goo.  How had she walked into the sticky goo?  She had been running from a smaller thing.  Night was falling, and apparently, that meant much the same here that it did on earth.  Crazy shit comes out to eat you.  Luckily the thing didn't seem to be able to navigate around the tees in the same way that she could.  Though, to be fair, if she had been a normal human she would already be dead.  

"Sentient Smith, follow the trajectory I am overlaying in your vision,"  AI stated in her head.  Well, this was useful, but the 'trajectory' was freaking absurd!  How the hell was she supposed to do these maneuvers?  

"AI, We're going to need a more NORMAL pathway.  I'm still not used to this body, or it's abilities!"  she yelled as the trees whipped by her at nearly 15 miles per hour.  A great pace for someone constantly dodging shrubs, downed tree limbs, and trees.  "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"  she shouted to the air around her. 

"Sentient Smith, I am picking up the remains of another portion of the ship ahead.  Changing trajectory, we are 5 minutes out at current pace."  

Good news!  Probably somewhere safe to stay during the night, assuming she could get inside and assuming it wasn't overrun with fucking monsters or Whatever else this fucked up world had on it.  Seriously, who thought this place was a paradise?  The sound of crashing breaking things was still gaining on her, ten legs really were better than two!