(Nobody else was, so I went in. If you read it, bare with me, as half of this was done while I was under the influence of a few drugs. Thanks a ton to those of you who totally distracted me while I was in the process. There's mainly three of you. You know who you are.)
Anessia awoke amidst the rubble of a crushed building, dazed and unable to recall exactly where she was or what she had been doing at the moment of the crash; her brain wasn't really functioning well. All around her were bodies of the deceased; no survivors, at least not in the immediate area. But that's what she did; survive, when no one else did. But that didn't mean she was unaffected, not at all. Her whole body felt cold to the bone, despite the smoke and flames around her. She struggled momentarily to free herself, but to nothing, as fatigue was too much for her. She gazed around lazily, and out from a corner, a silver, fluid-like substance slunk its way along the ground and made its way to her, sliding on under her clothes, tore them to shreds, then itself morphed to fit perfectly over her body, its color shifting to red. Immediately she went to work, using the suit's capabilities to boost her strength in order to more easily move the rubble from on top of her. Struggling, she managed to free one arm and turned over, then pulled herself along the ground to freedom, stopping afterwards to rest.
There was a funny, weird warm feeling coming from the back of her head. She reached back to feel and raised her hand to the front of her face, staring blankly at the blood in the hand, then a wave of nausea swept over her and she broke out into an abrupt spasm of vomiting before collapsing.
Slowly, after a few minutes just lying there, she began to stir, feeling slightly better; her healing had already started. Shouldn't be long now. She pushed herself up off the ground and clumsily lumbered toward the only light she could see, limping along weakly until, with her blurred vision, she could almost make out some sort of silhouette, which split into two. The figures steadily got bigger until she could mostly make out two men, a fireman and EMT. But even as they came into view, and she could see them speaking, she couldn't make out what they were saying. "I'm fine. Leave me alone," she tried to say through slurred speech, but instead of backing off, the EMT started shining a really bright flashlight in her eyes. That set something off, and Anessia promptly punched him in the gut just as he started speaking into a radio. A quick thrust of her fist into his face shattered the fireman's mask and rendered him unconscious. Sloppy, not her best work, but it was the best she could do with a mild concussion. At least, that's what she thought he said, but she couldn't really tell. But that didn't matter. It was getting better anyway, and she was more curious about what the hell happened before things went black.
Her eyes were drawn to the massive spacecraft which had busted through the roof and she went to investigate further. The hull had busted open, and there was definitely some fire damage, but from what she could tell, the crash wasn't directly related to any rocket engines. "I wonder if there were any survivors?" After a brief moment of contemplation, a mischievous smile crossed her face. She looked around both ways ,then back at the ship. "I wonder what I could find in there." Without hesitation, she moved in through the entrance made with the crash.
Inside was almost completely dark, no power whatsoever. The only light came from a few fires here and there. The smell of burnt flesh and steel filled the air. A small sphere of lentium separated itself from the suit and an electrical spark started to flow through it, illuminating it as well as the surrounding area so Anessia could have a look around. The cause she determined to be some kind of problem with the ship's reactor core. She couldn't tell exactly what just by looking, but there was no time for dilly-dallying. Voices could be heard from outside. She took one more look around. No survivors, from the looks of it. Good. Now I just have to see what tech I can muster before they get in. And so she went to work, scouring throughout the ship, gathering what she could, her ball of lentium shifted into a makeshift carrying case. Much of what she found was damaged in some way, but she was pretty capable with fixing up and wasn't worried. Lastly, upon exit, she activated her suit's cloaking field to render herself and the items she carried invisible. With this, Anessia waltzed right past the teams that were searching, undetected, a wide grin plastered on her face. First time visiting Earth in this time, way better than expected.