[ She's fairly comfortable, save for the nip of the wind at her nose and cheeks. The wind chill is likely to pick up soon enough, though, so hopefully the ship can hone in on their signal sooner rather than later.

Hopefully.

She rests her arms on her knees underneath the blanket, testing the ache in her shoulder with small movements where the wound from the crash is still healing. ]

Really? I can't even tell you how many times I've been a shuttle crash. Or a ship wreck. [ She frowns. ] Most of which were totally not my fault, if that's what you're thinking.