(Events take place during recon of Maasune) The readings continued to pass through to their stations. Jylliene continued to study the scans from ops. Not because she knew a great deal about what was coming in - as far as she figured, anything she'd notice would be picked up by their science officers much more quickly. No, it was just trying to see what she was missing. This was a scouting mission, wasn't it? To check out potential sites for colonization? So...well, this planet CERTAINLY wasn't colony material – not anymore. Maybe once everything resettled to the surface, and things stabilized, but she highly doubted the Romulan refugees would wait the - what, hundreds, at least, given the state of the planet right now? – of years necessary. Might be something to remember if they need a new location for their great-great-great-great-great-great-great (she caught herself nearly counting generations on her fingers) grandchildren. She was unsure why they weren't moving on to the next location. Yes, THIS planet had some kind of cataclysmic event, but given the underground structures and the continued lack of any sign of a fleeing culprit, she imagined this was far more likely to be an isolated incident than a security risk to their endeavor, such as someone with a vendetta against the Romulans. So why exactly ARE they still here, even preparing to risk the fighters from the Revenge among all of the unknown hazards (nevermind the *known* debris and radiation)? It just seemed like everyone had forgotten the reason for their journey - the refugees - to go off on their little exploratory trip. Could they not make a note of the situation and continue onward, instead of wasting the refugees' time (both now and during any possible repairs or re-equiping that might be needed afterward)? Mouth shut, Ensign. You're not of a sufficient rank, nor have you had nearly enough time here, to make any protests. Jylliene leaned back in her chair, sighed a bit, then returned her attention to monitoring her station.