Adi handled the damp cloth she received back with barely veiled disgust. She'd forgotten how much icky fluid one kid could produce. She dropped it on the chair, to dry out in the air-conditioned room. Better then having it soak into her jacket pocket. It'd stain. She listened to the younger girl's sobs, intermixed with speech. Even with water blocking the tubes, she managed to get the gist of it. The girl had a family to lose. Understandable, it explained why she was crying so much. She remember not shedding that many tears when she was separated from her own Mama. She'd cried a bit at first, but Mama had told her not to do so because water only clouded vision. She'd stopped after that. As two why so many pilots were here...

"I honestly have no idea. Don't even know what -"

Sirens. Alarm. Klaxons. Air raid sirens. A voice somewhere reciting instructions in japanese. Adi shut up, head twisting this way and that at the sudden air of excitement that was happening. 

"What's happening!" She screeched.