Nhaima undid her crash webbing and pushed away the co-pilot console. She tossed her head from side to side, causing her neck to pop softly, while she woke up her limbs. She moved aft towards a storage locker. From it she withdrew a survival pack and science equipment. Slinging it over her shoulders, she moved to the small arms locker and keyed in her access codes. She pulled out a pistol and two spare magazines. She checked the charge for each to ensure they were ready before slipping it into a holster on her thigh.