No one's found a good water source yet or a way to filter it, but along with the crates of food some people had grabbed quite a few that ended up being fizzy drinks and flavored water. It's what they have most of, now. The unflavored kind used to be much easier to come by on the Moira. That's going to be a problem.

Yori holds out a bottle with an orange on the label. "If you need anything else out here, I can try to make it happen." She grimaces at the wreckage of the system she'd come to like. It's hard to know how to mourn the programs she's never met. Some of the computers were safe. Had there been backup copies rescued of the rest? She doesn't know. It's not on the checklist.

But the Users trapped here might still live. Priorities.

Continue here?