Tamsin had remained quiet for some time. She was looking out on the world, watching for any further danger - such as that centipede thing that had greeted them so wonderfully. Although they seemed relatively safe in here, she felt that someone ought to keep a look out. She only paused to give her name, "I'm Tamsin. Under better circumstances, I'd be pleased to meet you all." And on she went, studying the landscape carefully for any changes. Even when Nova woke up, she barely bothered to look round, instead simply listening to what he had to say, and shivering at the thought. "Is there any escape from this?" Tamsin asked, feeling somewhat dejected. None of them were fighters, so how the hell were they going to survive?