((Sorry Kelly, I managed to miss your post somehow. Thanks for the reminder.))
Elayne leans over to stuff her feet into her boots, hiding her confused expression from Mar. Why should new alliances be a problem, she wonders, unless they fade as soon as those who make them leave the Bar?
Clearing her frown, she stands up and walks to the ship's hatch, opening it. "I don't think you should be too hard on yourself," she says to him. "You had to sleep just now, and you've probably been needing a break from your life for a while."
She hesitates before offering, "If you want, we could split up for a while. Maybe that would help you focus on what you need to focus on. Not like I'll be bored... Trey probably needs some help, and I should start working on my ship's repairs soon, anyway."
Tora's vision and hearing are shaking the effects of the explosion, but the smoke and heat inside the Bug are making her think slower than usual.
A crash sounds behind her, and she swivels an eye stalk backwards to see what caused it. The top row of the palate of plastic-wrapped dry goods has fallen to the ground because the heat from the nearby engine, which she now begins to worry is on fire, has melted the plastic, giving off a sickly chemical smell.
She puts a bloody hand to her nose to protect her lungs and continues to make her way to the door. Just get outside, she thinks. Then you can breathe.