"If wishes were horses..."

She braced for impact, fairly sure there's nothing flammable around if a spark starts, but not entirely sure. They looked like escape pods, but were from a group and a purpose she wasn't aware of. Who knew what kind of safety mechanisms they had in place.

"When you're not going to get anything, doesn't hurt to wish big. I'd take a spaceport on top of that communicator. And a shower."