Bahamut dissolved back into whatever ether the eidolons came from about ten feet above the ship; Fang dropped easily to the ramp, straightening up and putting her spear back in its holster but keeping her phone out.

"At this point things tryin' to kill us is the norm rather than the exception. That's kind of a sad thing to say, really, but I guess you get used to it." Nodding at the instrument panels, Fang leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. "Anything?"