First Aid had run into a rescue party sent down to get them, and was now arriving with the party at the other side of the rubble. Swivel had been assisting in any way she could. Whether it was moving as much (which was quite diminutive) rubble away from the cave in, fetching something, shining light on tools, or just being optimistic, Swivel was enthusiastic to serve, and never seemed to tire even amidst the heat. Every once in a while she'd knock on Deet and ask if the ship had any ideas. Every time Swivel knocked, the ship patiently replied that no, she had no ideas.