[Marley]

If his mind could make up stuff like this, like this... car, especially, then Beck figured he should get to understand it. This should all be related to some deep buried subconscious memories or something, if any of the shows and pre-requisite classes he used to have to take had taught him anything in that area. "I don't know," he goes on, glancing back at the wreckage of his ship with a frown. He hadn't a clue as to what had happened truthfully. "It died." That was the only logical explanation Beck had right now, that it had died on him in the middle of his travels. "Here..." He made a hand gesture to the general world outside. "Oxygen? Safe or no?" Because maybe if she could breathe, he might be able to as well.