May approached the craft - at least that's what she thought it was - cautiously, fanning the smoke away from her face. A mask would be really useful right now, she mused.

As she came closer, she heard rattling noises and something that sounded like voices. A human voice. Someone was shouting, but she didn't understand the words. A call for help? It didn't sound panicky, but there was still a sense of urgency.

What the hell was she going to do, though, tear a door off? The craft was probably too hot to touch, and the smoke was making her eyes water. She pulled out the strip of cloth she'd found in her bag earlier - presumably makeshift bandages - and used it to cover her mouth as she stepped to the side, out of the path of the wind where the smoke was less thick.

The shouting had stopped, but she could still hear indistinct voices from within. "Hello?" she shouted, in spite of herself. "Is someone in there? Are you all right?"

A normal person would be hightailing it back to the bunker right now. But May was starting to realize she probably wasn't that normal.