in the sheltered nook of a crater, a mass of organic algorithms tried to figure out just how to get her ration pack open. considered "unaware" by even the lowliest of the uplifted organisms, she was safely beneath the radar of entire civilizations. other more modern races had conquered her, of course- the nanites were inescapable on homeworld by then- but for all intents & purposes, to all Players, major & otherwise, the girl was a footnote tallied only remotely by their omniscience.
i still killed her personally. because that is the kind of hands-on mahdi i am.