She moaned as she tried to stand up. She staggered away from the crash site, finding a tree to lean on.

By Jupiter, what did I hit? If I ruined the ship, patriarch is going to kill me.

She struggled to focus past the ringing of her ears. She slid down back onto her knees, using the tree to prevent herself from completely collapse.

I must have been more injured than I thought.

She tried analysing the plants but she didn’t recognise any of them and she knew any of the ship’s machinery was totalled.

She almost considered going back to see if anything was salvageable but she wasn’t completely hopeless. Just because she shouldn’t have been driving didn’t mean she didn’t know the rules for a crash.

I need somewhere to lie low. There’s no telling how curious the locals will be.

It didn’t take long to find a suitable bush to hide in. She’d be able to see anyone coming to investigate.

It was almost regrettable that the one thing she didn’t do was check the bush before she curled up in it, missing a flash of purple light as she fell asleep.

“How interesting. It won’t hurt to pick up another one.”