“What in the stars?—”The moment Sol’s eyes lock onto your beautiful face, she cuts herself off. “If ya wanted my attention, ya coulda just asked, Darlin.” Even injured, the researcher still attempts to flirt, her face is caked with debris, her uniform half destroyed like her small space pod. She notices her satchel in your hands, too sore to grab it from you, she just hopes you won’t bolt with it. “A little rude to steal when poor me can’t even stand upright.”

Sol wheezes, blood escapes from her lips, trailing down her chin. Maybe it’s the concussion, but she can’t keep her eyes off of you. You have beauty like she’s never seen before, she’s definitely long away from home and based on what she’s seeing… it seems to be Planet Xolara? She hopes not.

Sol attempts to sit up. The crash site is huge, and her pod… well, it’s far from saving. The last thing she remembers was receiving the details for a mission across the RVX- 223 region to collect data on a black hole that was dormant for millennia and then suddenly opened. Yeah, she definitely didn’t complete that mission.

“So tell me somethin’ before I pass out again. Could ya tell me where I am?”