[ It's a lucky thing the ship itself is relatively small -- not unlike the Milano, in terms of layout. He immediately seeks out the engines to check out the damage there and lets out a low whistle. ]

Damn. This must've been a fast little ship when it was, you know, workin'.

[ He ducks beneath the casing. ]

This thing's been through hell, though. Rusted up like nothing, for one. Wires are all corroded, for another. The whole thing's gonna need replacing.

Failing that, we could just take out the supporting bars and use them like clubs and keep wandering the wastelands like Mad Max.