As people quickly started to slink off to their sleeping quarters at the first mention of it, Riley rolled her eyes. So their crew was filled with people that would rather sleep first and work later, lovely. She remained at her station watching the radar among various other things. As the flight went on and nothing was popping up, she would doze off in her seat for short periods of time every once in a while, but she didn't want to leave her spot. She didn't trust anyone else to be able to assist the pilots with what they had to expect when they got closer to Earth.

Zeke, the only competent pilot of their group Riley had concluded, had gotten up to do something, more than likely mission related so she wasn't worried. What she wasn't thrilled about was the poor timing of his task as shortly after his departure, the radar started getting cluttered. The green haired woman watched as several objects started veering into their flight path, far more than she had been expecting from her earlier analysis. She announced this to the remaining pilots who, whether they were listening or not, the woman wasn't sure as they didn't seem to take her warning very seriously and once the alarms started sounding, they didn't seem to know what to do.

Fools, she thought to herself as she activated her mask and tank suit's helmet as their vessel started bouncing around the debris like a ping pong ball. She started looking for paths through it, something to help guide the pilots. Zeke was soon in his seat and she quickly sent the best route to minimize damage to pop up on to his screen. There was no easy way through this, especially with how each impact seemed to cause her equipment to fritz out more and more each time.

As the temperature started to quickly rise in the cabin, Riley punched in a series of codes to get everyone out of the rocket before they would be all killed in it. The trick was though, to get everyone out at a safe height so it wouldn't kill them all and close enough to one another so that their mission wouldn't be a total waste so early on. Shortly after she was able to initiate the timer to open the launch doors for their seats, Riley could no longer fight the heat anymore. "Bugga-awl," she cursed herself as blackness filled her mind.

Her body was suddenly very cool and the sudden temperature change woke her up instantly. That and the sloshing sound that seemed to almost echo in her helmet. Golden eyes snapping open, Riley looked about the area her suit was. It was dark. She tried moving her arms; they were stiff, not from impact but from where she was. She could hear a voice talking to her though and the direction seemed to be behind her. Was she stuck?

Planting her hands at her side, the woman pushed against the tension that held her. Sure enough, she had landed front side down along the water's edge. Once at her knees, she reached down to the waters below and splashed the murky fluid onto her visor to wash away the dirt allowing her golden eyes to meet those of the male pilot. "Fine," she finally answered the male as he asked about her condition. She then forced her body to stand, though having this new weight was weird. Sure they had gravity in their ships, but this was completely different and it almost made the woman feel off balance for a moment.

After she was on her feet, her attention turned towards the back of her suit where the three portions of her weapon were planted. Each one lifted to show that they were still in working condition and her suit did not have any alarms going off about malfunctions with the firing mechanism. She was relieved that the timer for the ship was able to go off in time to at least save that much. "And yourself? How are you holding up?"

Seeing that the male's mask was removed, Riley lifted the visor of her own helmet to allow herself to more clearly scan the surrounding area.