(<.< Well it seems I never responded. How rude of me.)

Eliza ignored the dull pain of an awkward sleep and stretched slowly, her wounds were still sore and her bandages showed a tad more blood than she liked but she did feel a tad better after a long nap. She clutched the seat as the craft descended, her stomach heaving slightly as the earth came up beneath them. She was slowly finding her footing when the lights cut out and the inner hold turned black. Phineas' words filled the darkness and without a word she headed over towards where she believed the lockers were. The wall was the first thing her fingers hit before cold rectangular metal touched sprouted outwards. She leaned down and took out the items necessary, and then walked over to Phineas without a hindrance, thanks to basic training acquired back at the Ministry. 

"Righty-o! Here is the chart and the torch."

After handing over the items, she moved to the side of the craft and opened the door a smidgen, in order to get some air, immediately some sand poured in, but otherwise the world seemed quiet.