"The." She stops abruptly, because that was more of a squeak than a word and this is not the time for hysterics, hysterics can come later, upstairs, with All The Alcohols. And chocolate. All the chocolate. Possibly for days.

"Alaska came off-course and crashed into a planet. I... I checked for survivors. There weren't any, but I didn't check for what parts of the ship were left. Didn't think it was important. The shuttle... it should be burnt, should be in pieces, but if it wasn't, if this shuttle was there and there was anyone in the pilot's deck..." Hell, she can hear them again. They can't be real, Clint isn't looking for them, so they're just in her head. She hopes. Stars, she hopes.
"The planet had a defense mechanism, the nanocloud, micro-organisms designed to do a partial conversion on anyone, living or dead, who breached the planet's atmosphere. Land on the planet, and you become part of site security. If... if there's someone in there, if they wake up, they'll kill everyone. I've only seen one man kill Daleks, and he's not here."