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[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Klaykid]

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Kiki let out a sigh as she heard the guy marching toward her, at least someone could walk. She waved him over as he came closer, wincing every time he stepped on a body. She wondered if their blood was still warm as they were stepped on like bugs. He seemed to notice her disgust, or realise what he was doing as he began to step around the people on the floor. He looked like a lumberjack with less beard and a typical American military haircut. She wondered if he was from Alaska or something interesting.

Her stomach turned over at his distasteful joke. She didn't even give him a sympathy laugh. He was certainly unique. He leaned over and grabbed the body from her lap and pushed him to the other side. She pushed up as much as she could...until the horrible snapping of bones caught her ear, pulling a dry gag from the deepest pits of her stomach. Her hands shook and she let him cut away the seat belt. She stood and stretched her muscles, her bones cracking with a good kind of hurt. She stepped carefully into the aisle, avoiding her companion. She stared at him for a few long moments.

[b]“You seriously injured?”[/b]
She shook her head silently then forced her eyes from the bloodied mess, looking at the guy next to her.

"Thanks," she said plainly, the sticky blood still covering her back and face. She looked down at his knife, "Did they let you take that on the plane?"