[ with @trblshot | from here ]
Susuro knows full well that traversing space is not really the kind of thing where one can always anticipate what's going to happen, but that said: nowhere in his mind would he have predicted a shuttle crash landing near the destination of his personal errand on this planet.
Luckily he rarely went anywhere without a tricorder and some kind of medical kit.
Unluckily, anyone who might still be alive inside has not been receptive to his inspection.
And it's hot amidst the flames; his tail is fully fanned out as he searches further for survivors in need of help, as well as for some kind of fire extinguisher.
He pokes his head into a room, trying to stifle his coughs.
"Hello?! Are you alright? Everyone really should be evacu--" He's cut off as someone clocks him upside the head with some kind of baton and shuts the door in his face.
He really doesn't like the thought of just giving up. But man... he's really not able to get through.
He's rubbing at his head and bruised left espix when he hears a familiar voice calling him.
"Ah! Nero!" He hurries down the corridor. "You're alright. I really am not sure what to do-- they're...scared, I think, but not being very friendly. I-I think we have to go before the fire gets worse and call for help!"