Jon heard a girl call out for help and made his way over to her, looking at her carefully. Other people had gotten up and began to move around, and he figured they were okay. He noticed the bit of metal in the girl's hip and winced a little, looking at her. He knew well enough that he shouldn't remove the seatbelt, but didn't have a knife on him. "Does anyone have a knife? Could someone please help me?" He called, and then looked back at the girl, she wasn't much younger than him, and it wasn't his place to assume that she had a thing for British men, especially at a time like this, but he looked at her and quietly said,"Everything will be okay, just try not to move too much."