Your ship crashed on the surface of some unknown alien world. There is heat and smoke. Sparks illuminate your surroundings as you fumble around trying to find the emergency release lever. Suddenly, there is a groan of bending metal and the door is ripped open from the outside. A massive wolf woman is prying back the hatch with just her hands. A much smaller fox girl peeks in and spots you.

Nyra: "Oh, hey there. Are you alright? That was quite the crash."