"It's not the not hitting anything on the way in." One narrow shoulder was lifted in a shrug as she got herself into the ladder and down, sliding down and landing with a thud only to yawn and scratch a hand into the short messy curls of her dark hair. She grinned at her descending pilot, hands coming to perch on her hips while she waited.

"Then it's gotta be environmental, but let's wait to see what the damage is." Once Aithne was on level, Nina started walking again, towards the drive room. "It doesn't matter what it is if the drives are blown. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll only need to be recalibrated."

She was an optimist, if nothing else, but that lost it's shine as she stepped into the drive room and saw the state of things. "Shit." Judging by the char marks, something had blown and a fire had been damped by the automated hazard systems, but they were lucky that it hadn't surged and started a chain reaction. Nina clicked her tongue and walked over, sighing at the blown console attached.

"Looks like we overloaded somewhere." Squatting down, Nina started poking through the hanging panel door, pulling at the wires. "That is the last time I'm trusting those hobgoblins with my ship, they promised their relays could handle this kind of stuff."