With her side wrapped up, she picked up her flaming branch and struggled back out into the drizzling rain. Thunder boiled overhead. She stumbled and stopped to regain her sense of balance. Maybe in the morning she could look systematically for supplies. For now she really needed to think of getting dry. She walked around and easily found blankets still wrapped in their plastic wrapping from the plane. Pillows in the same condition. It wasn't much, but it would do. She stiffly collected them and went back to the piece of wing she had been under before.