Freyr listened closely to everything Rareth said with her arms loosely crossed. Her mouth dropped fractionally open at some of the details. “Wow, Ok. Thanks, we’ll definitely need to watch that through. You’ve no doubt made history; I wish I could've been there.” She pouted, a tinge of disappointment in her voice. 

Freyr chewed intently on the knuckle of her index finger for a second, drinking in all the facts. “This just got a lot more serious. I need to regroup with my team and then debrief Captain Andersen and the other leadership. Can you have your people put together a plan for fully excavating the shell and bringing it to the surface? It sounds like there’s no time to lose, and we have to assume the entity will allow us to move it.”

Freyr thought of another thing almost immediately. Her brain was already beginning to parse the new facts and present new questions for her to answer. She raised her index finger in front of her face as if to regulate her train of thought. "Hold on...did it say why it needed the Cradle to repair itself? Does that have anything to do with the trouble we've been having in the Cradle itself?"