She foggily followed. Thinking everything would be okay when she got out of the plane, she almost screamed when she saw the bodies... or pieces of them... littered around. She just kept going. Where to go though? Seeing Ben head in one direction gave her something to focus on. Instead of looking down, she looked at his back. Where he walked, she walked. Where he went, she went. When he stopped, she felt confused about what to do. She was about to just keep walking when he gently guided her to a place to sit. Thankfully, when she dared to look around, they were far enough away that she didn't have see anymore blood.

His voice interrupted her thoughts. She started to look up at his face and glanced at his one good eye. She was still mad at him. Grateful beyond belief that he was here now. Yet the anger and bitterness were still inside of her. She remembered how she had gotten her friends to side with her when she went her own way. How she had taken anything he did and turned it into a crime in order to hurt him as he had hurt her. As he checked her over, she struggled now to put together that the monster she had created of him in her mind and this man helping her were the same. Why did she always have to be so stubborn?

When he seemed satisfied that she was fine, he sat down too. She slowly glanced at him, never meeting his eyes again. He was tense. She figured it was for having to put up with her, again. She leaned her forearms onto her knees and pushed the throbbing pain she had on her side. The armrest had been none too gentle in the crash. She was sure she had a good sized bruise there. Muscles were starting to stiffen up too. Her thoughts were wondering when he spoke, again. He asked her if anyone else was alive. She realized she hadn't spoken since the crash. She didn't really want to now. She had to stay in control of her feelings and she might cry if she did speak. So she simply shook her head no.

After a moment, she looked over at him. He was still tense. She wished that she could relieve him of having to deal with her presence. Then she saw him digging his nails into his leg. Of all the dumb-assed things for a guy to do over a woman. Well if he was going to regret her presence that much, she would give him a reason. She shifted so that she was sitting slightly behind him. She started to massage out his good shoulder and neck. Since she was a child, her abilities at massage had always brought relief and peace. Her mother was disabled and whenever she had spasms, her massages ceased them. Now she figured this would either relax him or give him something to truly be angry, at the moment, against her for.