[Kara has felt the thrum in her body since the blast, and it's been growing as the minutes have ticked by. Her powers, returning, weak but there, and even if she is hyper aware of their time growing short, she can't help but look back to the ship to see if there's anyone left. It's so terribly human, for an alien, but it's just her nature.

There are still people down there. She can see a few of them. In the last minutes, when the ship is already starting to pitch, she knows she can't get to them and get them out safely in time. It would be crazy to try.

But it'd be crazy to let them go down without trying, too. It's been screaming around in her head this whole time, on this ship, remembering all the people she's failed, all the people she didn't go back for, people who never even asked for her help but she owed anyway. All the times she hadn't been there when she should have, when she was selfish, when she was immature––

She has to set it right.

Kara reaches for Steph. She talks rapidly, rushed.]

I'm going after the stragglers –– I can't let them go down with the ship. [The ship jerks, rumbling out a long moan of creaking metal. There's not much time left.] And if I can't get them off, I'll see them through to the other side and protect them there.

[Truthfully, she's terrified. She's been in all manners of fights and wars, she's been in countless situations with her own life in the balance, she's been trusted with the world's safety, and she's clawed her way to victory every time, but she's still afraid. Who wouldn't be, in a situation unlike any other, wherein death is a looming threat? You'd have to be insane, ignorant or absolutely emotionless to face your own death for the mere chance to save others and not feel any fear.

But this is what she's meant to do, and she has the bravery to do it regardless of any fear.]

I'll be back! I promise.