She was murmuring to the ship when she reached the engine damage. “Gergar, I need some metal here.” She stroked the superficial damage on the exterior of the housing and waited for the hand to tap her shoulder. She took the metal sheet blindly and held it in place, feeling it melt into the surface of the ship. She could repair anything as long as she had enough materials to patch up the holes.

“I am going to need three more of those if this engine was any indication.” She clambered over the ship, keeping her focus on feeling the entirety of the ship at all times. It took her two more hours, but at last she was finished. Dizzy and terribly pleased with herself, Mala sat heavily next to the ship and turned to face her crew. Dismay filled her.

“You know, if I hadn’t seen it for myself, I never would have believed it.” The Selna from the ship leaned on one of the pylons and played with one of the chunks of metal she had been using to reconstitute the engines.

“The report was quite insistent that she was capable of it. I am glad to see that it was not exaggerated.” The pilot was smiling. Whatever race she was from was in Mala’s own makeup. She could feel kinship with the strange pale creature with its wide eyes and cheerful grin. 

Her crew was huddled together near the door, mouths gagged and arms and tail confined. “Let them go and tell me what you want.”

The beautiful Selna moved close to her and whispered, “We want you.”