Azer smiled, his mind rearing. it had been a thousand years since he had seen old world tech in use. as the night went on, he kept the fire going, it had been nearly a century since he discovered how his body only needed 8 hours of sleep in a week. he watched as the stars rose and fell, but was startled when a noise far off caught his attention. it sound like a small crash, and he went to investigate.
What had crashed was the sound of Alyssia's craft, destroyed by a mutated bear, its tracks leading off into the dark. Azer looked at her tech and picked it up bringing the 500lb machine back to camp, and started to work on it, making the repairs needed, even as he heard Alyssia awaken and come out of her room.