[h3]Vitiafa of Endiohon[/h3]

Vitaifa watched in painful silence on the bridge as the ship drifted away from the station. Physically, her leg burned from the exertion, making its complaint known as the limb begged for rest. 

Her mind was on the unfortunates, however few, who were still aboard the station. They were doomed, and, with any luck, it would hopefully be quick. The crew had done what they could, that would have to serve as solace enough for the time being. Still, she wiped the few trailing tears as she muttered a prayer for them.

The arrival of Lockman broke the silence that hung over the two women, and Vitaifa quickly turned her attention to the pilot claiming his station. There was a slight nagging to find a space of her own, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the bridge quite yet.

"We don't have a destination, Mister Lockman," Vitiafa answered with a sniffle from her own claimed chair in the bridge. "I suppose that's a conversation to have once we have gained our new bearings. I can't imagine Miss Larci was thinking this far ahead when she brought us aboard."

Vitiafa's features darked slightly as she stole a glance up at a vent before she continued, "And we should probably have someone search the vents for any metacer stowing away. for the safety of all the souls now aboard."