dafeeeeeeeeeesh Angelica had her crude clay pot prepared. It was ironic that a cutting edge android made with femtometer precision and wielding a plasma arc battle axe would need to use technology which every race which ever had earth-like clay compounds had mastered since the start of their recorded history. Nevertheless, old doesn't mean bad.
Smoking some twigs in the heat, Angelica was able to prepare some carbon electrodes. Not exactly efficient, but it's better than nothing. Boiling up some water into the pot, she soon had some distilled water, suitable for electrolysis. She hard wired her own power supply into the electrodes, and soon bubbles started appearing in the water. She now had pure hydrogen.
Carefully breathing in the star fuel, Angelica gained maybe an hour of uptime for herself. It was going to take a lot more water to stay alive. If only there was an easy way to automate the process - but she'd need some metal to make such a device.
Angelica spent the rest of the day looking for sources of fresh water to use in electrolysis, instead of relying on mud and silt. By now her dress was properly ruined. It barely hung to her shoulders, making her light blue body stand out in the environment. Mud didn't cling to her alloyed shell, meaning she effectively cleaned off just by moving around. Useful in diplomacy, deadly in the wilderness. She would certainly be visible to any natural predators on the planet.
By nightfall, Angelica had returned to her shack. There wasn't any reason to be up at night without visibility, so she "slept" until morning, to save on precious hydrogen fuel.
Angelica woke early, and spent the time waiting for sunrise fiddling with her axe. Tweaking away with the axe in sensor mode, she flung it around like a magic staff, searching for anything worth finding in the distant. Not expecting to find much, she wasn't really focusing.
Then she began to detect electromagnetic crackling in the distance. It was a transponder of some kind - maybe a ship! Was she finally able to go home?
She also began to sense trembles, rumbling from the "fire zone" as she had started to call it. Strange geological activity penetrated the bedrock. There must be something worth finding there... but what.
At dawn, angelica trecked out to the clicking signal she had detected, and soon found a black, metal box, dug into the marsh. It was some kind of drone. Mud filled the crater since it had arrived. It's engines had been flung free from the device, and had landed in the ground a short distance from the impact site. Two of the engines dicintigrated on impact - this drone wasn't going to fly again.
However, it's batteries were intact, and she could find a use for the parts. @Fort_Master_Gustav
Recycling the engine parts, Angelica built a ground-water pump, and coiled together some of the wires into a heating element. Welding together pipes using her axe, the drone was soon gutted to make a simple water distillation aparatus, and with that, she was able to mass produce hydrogen for fuel. Soon she was starting to gain days worth of fuel, as well as enough hydrogen to give her a few minutes of flight. Not enough to escape the planet, but it'll allow her to get some height if she needed to.
Finally, the drone's reactor was far from functional. It was cracked, and it's fuel had freed itself from it's fissures. But the cooling systems - Angelica had a use for.
Tying together a pack using cable coils and miscellaneous struts, Angelica made a HVAC radiator backpack - which would keep her cool in hostile environments.
Leaving the gutted drone and the ghetto groundwater pump and purifier, Angelica trecked back into the death zone, now with a HVAC backpack to keep her cool. Stepping into the thick smoke, she equipped her axe, and twisted it's hilt. The axe quickly deployed it's sensors and collapsed into it's sensor mode - allowing Angelica to "see" using radar.
