32: Deva
Deva
The female introduced herself as Casta, and her colleague as Nik. There were others in the bridge—at least a pilot, and Deva reckoned there would be a tech of some sort too—but they kept the door sealed.
“You were lucky,” Casta told Deva. “Any longer out there, and your injuries would’ve been life-threatening.”
They had her in a warm-bag, pumping heat back into her body while also running diagnostics. Casta scanned the data on a terminal, but Deva saw how her eyes glazed, knew she used her lenses too.
“Don’t know how long I was in the snow,” Deva said. It was a struggle to get the words out. “Lost track of time.”
“Yeah. It happens. Judging by your data, I’d say it was about ten minutes.”
“Felt like hours.”
“Extreme cold. It does that. Especially with the snow-fall
