fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
"Subtle," Oswin smirked. She stood and offered her hand to help Wash on his feet, whether he needed her to hold his crutches for a moment or pull him off his seat.
Although the park did not appear directly in front of them, it was a shorter than usual walk. She saw the ship up ahead and resisted the urge to jog ahead. There was something about traveling that still held Oswin's interest, even if the last time had gone horribly wrong.
"So, where's the--"
Oswin saw the pile of what looked scrap metal. There was nothing immediately recognizable that distinguished it as a shuttle. She saw a twisted piece of the frame. Oswin knelt down beside the wreckage.