The Captain reclined in her cradle, reviewing her status.
Whatever the Mote of Dust had hit, it was big enough to cause serious damage.
No matter. What had happened could not be changed. The Captain was more concerned with the present. Almost all of the passengers and crew were on the lifeboats now. She reviewed the lists that Mote had spat out at her. Two unaccounted for, which was pretty good. And one of those she felt confident she could find - confident enough to leave it until the last lifeboat, at least.