She lives for pressure, life just isn't any fun unless there's Something going on to keep her living with an adrenaline rush. What she didn't like was her home being destroyed, the idea of being sucked out into the vacuum of space or her fellow crewmembers ending up injured or dead. She could hear someone else running behind her, despite the alarms going off through the ship.
A glance back over her shoulder, icy blue eyes giving him a nod briefly before she disappeared into the room she was almost certain was the appointed triage room and shelter.
Topher had medical training right? She thought he did for some reason but couldn't remember quite Why she thought that. Of course with the bump her head took, it's a wonder she remembers her own name at the moment.
Hah! It is the right room! She gives a triumphant little noise as she opens up the panel and finds the emergency medical supplies and blankets. The lab stations are empty, blankets placed over them as quickly as she can to form make-shift beds. Chairs are pushed against the wall for those who can sit up. More blankets are tossed into a corner, for the others that will end up laying on the floor.
A reckless grin is tossed at Topher when he comes into the room. All white teeth and viscous purple bloodstained face, her eyes wild with the rush of Doing something, but she is controlled otherwise. "Hey." comes the quick greeting, making a waving gesture so he knows he can feel free to pitch in where ever he thinks is best.
That done, she taps her fingertips against her comm badge. "Junior Lieutenant Natalia T'Thar reporting in. Deck 10's shelter and emergency medical area is secure." First reported to the chain of command, then reported to Medical.
That done, she looks back to Christopher, "You alright, Topher? Any injuries?"