Sarah felt suprisingly well. Minus the nasty headache and distinct impression that everything else was spinning. As well as the urge to be ill, as her stomach reminded her with another violent revolution. Her eyes immediately focused on Dangen, sillouhetted against the Greyhound's droll interior lighting, applying some variety of dressing to her head. Sarah frowned. The bandage tickled and her head itched. The girl waved his hand off and went to sit up. The lack of blood flow to her wounded head chose that moment to insist, rather forcefully, that she lie down again.
"What... what happened? Where's my gun gone?" Thinking was like trying to push a square through a triangular hole. "What happened to the Junkers?" Despite her best efforts, Sarah's words came out as little more then a weak whisper.
The Engineer brightened a little, hearing a familiar voice from the console. She closed her eyes and groped for the transmit button, finding that the darkness helped both her headache and the nausea. She found it and pushed.
