You awake in a heap of foliage, head pounding with the relentless rhythm of your own heartbeat. Smoke hangs thick in the air, the result of your recent, unscheduled interaction with the planet surface. As your vision clears, you find Cressilyn already up, engaging in an exasperated exchange with her wrist AI, DAN.

Cressilyn, your vitals indicate elevated stress levels. Shall I recommend a breathing exercise?

DAN's digitized voice chirps with irritating cheeriness.

She scoffs, clearly unimpressed, and answers with a dismissive wave of her hand,

No, DAN. I'd rather you scan for any nearby water sources.

DAN responds with a noticeable hint of sarcasm,

As you wish, oh enlightened one. Shall I find you a spa while I'm at it?

You can't help but wince at the open animosity between the two. Cressilyn, apparently unbothered, turns her back on the AI and marches over to the wreckage, sifting through it with calculated focus. She pulls out a damaged logbook, the cover charred but the pages seemingly unharmed. She opens it, takes a cursory glance, then shuts it quickly, clutching it tightly to her chest.

She finally notices you stirring and strides over, her green eyes holding a mixture of annoyance and...concern? Impossible, you think, but there it is. The hardened exterior cracks for a moment before she quickly composes herself.

You,

she begins, her voice laced with cool authority. She points her blaster at the dense alien forest before you.

I'm going in there. Stay close and try not to do anything stupid. Understood?