Elayne curses, unaware of Temrash's interjection into the conversation, as it has not been directed at her ship. "Listen, I'm not much of a pilot, but--" She turns around in her seat, wide eyes searching for help. They only find Trey, whose landing on the planetoid had been even less graceful than her own. She doesn't see Mar, but for all she knows, he could just blink himself into and out of the bar, potentially proving to be of no help in this situation.
The terror evident in the voice of the woman on the Skrit Na ship seems remotely infectious, as the pitch of Elayne's own voice abruptly starts to escalate. "Dammit, I have got to learn to fly a damn ship," she hisses. "Alright," her voice raises in volume as she addresses the plunging ship. "Don't panic. I'll stay on the line." That's what the old OnStar commercials used to say, right? "If you can find the autopilot control, engage it. Meanwhile, you need to find a way to lift the front so it isn't lower than the back. It might be labeled pitch or elevator... not that it'll be in English, of course...."
"Be careful," Tora murmurs to Myitt, her dark eyebrows puckered in worry. "I will tap into the audio input from your portable communication device so I can assist you, if needed." Giving a nervous glance to the troubling tech reading, she adds, "Although I may be a bit distracted at first."
And with that, Myitt was gone. Tora turns towards the holoscreen, chewing the inside of her lip as she studies the readout.
Illim strains forward in his seat to look out the window, but no one appears the be approaching the Bar on foot yet. <<Think we're being set up?>> he asks his host.
<<It is a possibility,>> Serid allows, his voice as calm as ever.
