She nodded, and reached up to pull the wrap from her face, letting the cloth hang from the side while she set the goggles up on her head. Pink eyes gleamed out of a reddish furred face, her muzzle and brow generously flecked with white from age. "Ndonsa," she said, pronouncing it 'ne-DON-sa'. She pulled herself to her feet, balancing on footpaws that wore no shoes, just a twist of cloth around the middle and up her leg, and placed her paws on the window, feeling along the transparisteel to the opposite side of the viewport, feet edging along as she moved.

A moment of concentration, a vibration with the Force along the right frequency, and the transparisteel broke fully in front of her, cascading inward with a loud clatter, leaving a hole wide enough for a wampa to climb inside. Ndonsa waited a moment for it to settle, and then hopped inside, sliding a bit as the ship was off kilter and the deck was not quite 'deck' or 'wall', but somewhere in between.