Presley's wound was managed by Jon. She didn't like the idea of someone dealing with her problems, but she knew she needed this and she's more than thankful. Someone called Jon when he's done. "We'll, uh, I'll try and figure out your leg issue once I fix Yvette's hip up." He said as presley nodded thanking him sincerely. Yvette. That's her name, Presley noted. She buttoned up her blouse and pushed her hair back. "Now legs, what's up with you." She said quietly, looking at her bare shins. She sighed deeply knowing there's nothing to do now. She takes one more look around, the plane wreckage, the sea, the shore, everyone else and then at her hands. Maybe a nap will pass the time, presley thought hopefully. She was just about to lay down when she saw Gordon coming somewhere out of the plane, he walked towards her and laid some snacks beside her, she smiled gratefully at him, "how is your leg now?" He asked presley. Nothing really changed about her legs, but she nodded once and said "it's not bothering me at all, I shall be fine, thanks, sir."
She took the water bottle, 
"Am going to go and see the others, they're probably hungry." Gordon said before walking away. Presley drank her water, relived as the liquid cooled her sore throat.