The Seraphim, a relatively recognizable ship after all the work that Kaitlin's techs and put into upgrading and customizing the ship, sits with its boarding ramp open as loadlifter droids wander into the hold and back out, carrying the cargo of medical supplies she had brought to the planet. Shael stands nearby, overseeing the process, and wearing her usual coveralls. Her hair is cropped in an unattractively short, spikey style, and bags under her eyes are a testiment to how little Shael has been sleeping of late.