She takes one more look around, felt the dull loneliness of the place. How long would it sit here, on a forgotten planet circled by dead moons, ignored or forgotten, a graveyard of 'might have beens' lost? Someone should remember them, they should have that at least and she silently promised them that she would.

Chances were at least one other person would too, now.

She did check his pod before they left but there was nothing there that looked like it would hold any more information. Nothing that he couldn't tell them just as much or more. Pocketing her retrieved memory clip, she fell into step next to him, leading subtly back toward her ship, matching her pace to his, something she was usually used to doing with people with shorter legs, not longer ones like his. Her eyes slipped sideways up to look at him without turning her head as they walked.

"If there's nothing left here, maybe you can build or find something elsewhere instead. Sometimes knowing where you're not going is as important as knowing where you are."

It might be intrusive though, advice or observation he didn't want to hear - or perhaps didn't even need to, and so she changed the subject.

"I'm from the Planetary Alliance. Shipped out onboard the SS Explorer. We were sent to find livable planets - but it looks like we've ended up in the middle of a war instead. We're still trying to piece all of that together."