Without a word, he took her arm and piloted her back down the slope. They climbed the ladder.
"What's wrong here, Matt?" asked the girl, her eyes wide and frightened.
"Wrong?" echoed Matt. They had reached the corridor to the cabins. "Nothing, so far as we know. The fact that there weren't any lights doesn't mean anything. We may be in the mountains."
He paused. "You should skin out of those clothes. You're soaked to the skin."
She shivered again. Her thin coveralls were plastered against her, revealing every swelling curve and indentation. Her hair hung limp and wringing wet. A little bead of water trickled down her tip-tilted nose.
"You look like a drowned rat," he informed her with a grin.
A sudden shrill scream burst on their ears, followed by terrified shouting.
Lynn stiffened. "What's that?"
But Matt was already plunging for the air lock.
He was met, and almost bowled over, by the tide of frightened men and women flooding up the ladder into the ship. He grabbed the nearest one.