If nothing else, the last few days (hell though they've been) have been a bit more in Ina's wheelhouse than dealing with learning how to future. Surviving in the woods (...and the desert, and the whatever the place with the unicorns was) makes more sense to her than trying to use a computer or comprehend interstellar travel. So while she wouldn't call Murderworld smooth sailing, it hasn't been as bad as it could've been.
(After that thing with Grif trying to teach her how to drive, anyway.)
The part where they randomly get dropped into new areas, on the other hand, is a bit of a cramp in her style, and she frowns as she gets a look around. One ally. No enemies apparent just yet, but she'll give that five minutes maximum before it changes, and five minutes is probably optimistic.
So she moves behind 76, back to back while they get their bearings, watching for anything in the other direction and nocking an arrow to her bow. "Do we move, or do we stay put?"
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(After that thing with Grif trying to teach her how to drive, anyway.)
The part where they randomly get dropped into new areas, on the other hand, is a bit of a cramp in her style, and she frowns as she gets a look around. One ally. No enemies apparent just yet, but she'll give that five minutes maximum before it changes, and five minutes is probably optimistic.
So she moves behind 76, back to back while they get their bearings, watching for anything in the other direction and nocking an arrow to her bow. "Do we move, or do we stay put?"