"I loaded a good amount of my equipment personally. I know where the cargo hold is," Adrian said towards the man, who appeared to be speaking Arabic to men he was familiar with. A quick glance around reminded him of their rather dire situation though, sowing the seeds of doubt in Adrian's mind. Jame's reappearance only confirmed any fears he had. "Ivan's dead." James said bluntly, looking down towards his white shirt that was stained with brown splotches, "He must've died a few weeks back. Liquified... everything spilled out of him when I reached out and pulled him towards me." Adrian subdued a shudder, putting up a hand towards James, "I got it. Just get the rest of the team and get planetside, okay?" James nodded, happy to accept any direction that could be given to him now. Whatever he had seen was enough to drag the usual fire out of him, Adrian could only pray that he wouldn't have to see anyone he knew in a state like Ivan.

Adrian returned his focus on the Muslim man, "The ship may have placed the cargo in lockdown, which would make access impossible with how much time we have." Adrian ripped at the back on his shoulder, yanking it off and pulling open the zipper quickly. His eyes darted through the contents with a sense of urgency as a free hand rifled through the contents. There he found the box of seeds, a supply large enough that with enough patience he could have a steady food supply for a small group of people within a few weeks. He could make it with what he had, but not if everyone wanted to eat. '[i]It'll have to do[/i]' he concluded, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. Adrian sealed the pack and slung it back over his shoulder, "If we go for the cargo we likely won't make it out of this ship," he directed at the group of men, "It might be best... If we accept our loses and take the nearest escape pod."