Hannah [i]had[/i] been sitting quietly, but a curious look crossed her face and she raised her head, eyes narrowing as her nose wrinkled. She sniffed, turning her head towards the entrance to the 'pit and tilting her head to the side.

"Do y'all smell smoke, or...?"

Her question was cut off as the ship shuddered, the cockpit doused in red lights as alarms started to blare. Hannah gaped for a moment, then leaped to her feet, stumbling as the deck jerked under her feet again. Without a word to April or Benson, she bolted out of the bridge on a beeline for the cargo hold. 

The engine was on fire, yes, that was bad. The engine fire reaching her crates full of explosives...yeah, that would be worse.

Unfortunately, when April's shouts to belt in came over the intercom, Hannah had just managed to reach the hold. Her eyes widened and she dived for the railing of the catwalks—just in time, too. Her feet left the ground as the Heart of Gold crashlanded, and she gave a rather undignified squeak as her arms wrapped around the railing. She hung on for dear life as the metal underneath her feet shook like the ship itself was coming apart. Hannah narrowly avoided being thrown to the hold itself, ten feet down, only by executing a twisting maneuver and throwing herself back onto the catwalk. Unfortunately, she could also feel the moment her ankle twisted under her and gave alarmingly.

[i]"Scheisse—"[/i] she hissed, grabbing her foot out of reflex as the ship finally dragged to a halt. Biting down hard on her lip, she hauled herself to her feet to the nearest intercom, watching the (so far undamaged) door from the cargo hold to the engine room warily. 

"What the heck just happened? Anybody?" she demanded, leaning against the wall and having to stretch up just to reach the speaker on the wall, other foot raised gingerly in the air.