"That came later," Trudy said. "After we got the natives together and decided to make a stand." She stared at the Samson for a moment, taking in the scorch marks and the bullet holes almost the same way she had when she had first set foot in Stacy's hangar, what felt like a lifetime ago. "I'm pretty sure that if it weren't for Stacy I'd be dead. But then again, if it weren't for Stacy a lot of us would be dead."