The Drone Is Here to Help

The figure on the path paused a few feet away. It wore a bipede olops shell, and had obviously burthed it in haste. She wasn't wearing her suit, so communication wouldn't be possible. So she held still as it completed confirmation of her identity by linking with her implant. The display below her wrist changed to one green light. She twisted toward the river where the drone hung above sister's crash stone. He breathed heavily, staring as if she made no sense. Little by little, awareness crept into his gaze. Trust me, we're ok. His nod slow and mean.