Patch takes a deep breath, pauses to consider her words, lets it out, starts again. "I can't promise that I won't say it anyway. But you did warn me. I won't be surprised when you ignore me. And I'll probably be really grateful when you save my life." She shrugs one shoulder. Best she can offer.

She's still not entirely certain about all this, but when she gets out of the vehicle and looks up at the hulking silhouette of the ship, she finds that she's very relieved to have Peter with her. It's an adventure. Something productive, hopefully. If they find anything useful, that will be great. Even if they don't, at least today isn't boring. Which is probably not the right attitude to have as she marches forward, but it's better than she was feeling an hour ago. She'll take it.

Her mood takes another sharp turn up when they find something useful. It's entirely beyond her realm of understanding, looks like something out of a bad sci-fi movie, but Peter is excited about it, so she knows it must have promise. Together they pry it free of its mounts and haul it back to the vehicle, strap it down, and when Patch throws the keys to Peter, for a moment she almost feels like she's back home, teaching one of her nephews to drive. It's a nice feeling. She's going to chase this one while she can.