( the living quarters aren't the most interesting place in the world, but with the more promising rooms currently blockaded by snow drifts and delicate structure, daisy's holding off on blasting her way in until there's been time for more careful observation. for now, she's satisfied with combing through rooms of (presumably, hopefully) dead people's stuff. there's not much, really, but she's at least pleased with what they've found so far. the cabling from the ship's telecom console near the door is worth hoarding, if nothing else.

to cheryl's question, daisy offers a non-committal shrug and a reply: ) Not much yet. But, you know, out of curiosity ... is there a reason you're stealing dead people's lingerie, or is this just a don't ask don't tell kind of thing?

( it's probably not lingerie. or maybe it is. depends on what cheryl's got out of that drawer. daisy might be right on the money, or she might just be trying to rile the other girl up. who knows! )