"How about my quarters?" Rachel asks. "It's near the center of the ship, so ..."
Good enough.
"It's this way," she says.
There are a few minutes of no one talking, then suddenly a man yells "Get outta the way! Clear a path!" Then there's the sound of multiple footsteps, as if many people were rushing by.
"I wonder where they're headed in such a hurry," Rachel says.
Wherever it is, I think we should be as far away from it as possible.
"Good idea."
Another minute of no talking goes by, then Rachel says "Okay, we're here." A swooshing sound is heard, most likely the door to Rachel's quarters.
Nice place. Although, I kind of miss the view I get in my quarters.
"It wouldn't do you much good today. I mean, you'd get a great show, but you'd be the first to die when this ship slams into that planet."
Do you really think that's what's happening?
"What else could it be?" Rachel asks.
