Treat never asked to be dragged across the galaxy from one survey station to another. She hates hyperspace travel and she despises being forced to get along with other unwilling “space brats.”
Take Rafe, for instance. There’s something seriously wrong with the guy, pointing a gun at her like this. Here they are, crash-landed, adults dead, no radio, not enough food. But they’re on a living world!
On such a world, resourceful space brats might find food, water, shelter. In fact, they might survive. If they can deal with the aliens, and they don’t kill each other either.