Carnelian is gradually coming to the same conclusion. Even though it's a small ship, there should be somebody else here. At the very least--she hates to think about it, but--at the very least there should be shards.

And her search comes up with nothing.

"Here's what we're going to do," she says, clambering out of the mangled cockpit. "Let's take her home. We'll keep her on the top level. We'll have time to get ready in case we missed anybody."

The spire ruins are the nearest sign of Gem civilization. She would head there, if she were one of the crew.

"And if we didn't... then we let her out and see what she has to say."