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Interacting With ☬ [@Azaria Blue]'s [color=pink]Willams[/color] ☬ [@TalijaKey]'s [color=red]Fabbro[/color] ☬ [@Klaykid] [color=skyblue]Arnaud[/color]
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A [color=pink]high-pitched noise[/color] sounded off behind Knowles, causing the hairs on the back of her neck quickly standing on end. Knowles quickly turned around with her hand on the concealed ka-bar knife in her jacket to face it. It dawned on her then what the noise was. [i]Someone cried out in pain.[/i] Quickly, trying to step over the spilled luggage and broken pieces of seats and things across the isle, she attempts to make my way towards the person in need. As she neared where she could only assume where the noise had come from, a soft-spoken voice came from the next row over.

[indent][color=red][b]"Hey?"[/b][/color][/indent]

Knowles glanced over in the direction the voice came, then back towards where she'd originally been heading. The person, whoever they were, had grown quiet and Knowles could only hope that they'd maybe died quickly. Ignoring her thoughts, she squeezes through the middle row of seats and pulls herself through to the next isle. Knowles looked down upon the man who had called out before, making eye contact with him. Eyeing over him quickly to see if there was any immediate injury, she bent down on one knee to get closer to his level. Skipping the whole [i]are you okay?[/i] bit, knowing full well none of them would truly be okay, she instead offered, [b]"Any major aches or pains? Maybe take a moment before you do, but do you think you can stand?"[/b] At the tail end of her sentence, Knowles heard another voice strike out.

[indent][color=skyblue][b]"Airborne!"[/b][/color][/indent]

Knowles turns her head towards the other voice in question. After a moment of staring into the abyss of seats, the voice came again asking if there was anyone else still breathing, too. With an internal sigh, Knowles turned back to the man before her. Talking to him softly, [b]"Thankfully, we're not alone."[/b] As the voices behind them in the other isle continued to talk to one another, Knowles heard another sound that she immediately recognized. A few soft, high whines came from her right towards the front of the plane. [i]Coyote![/i] A hesitant dose of relief filled Knowles in the knowledge her four-legged battle buddy was okay. Quickly jumping to her feet, Knowles holds out a hand towards the man she was speaking to before, [b]"I'll be just a minute. I'll come right back!"[/b]

With that, she stumbled quickly over the debris, looking down each isle she passed until she found what she was looking for. Coyote lay at the feet of several passed passengers, a small child lain on the floor beside the poor dog who he was gently nosing. He'd always loved children, and he probably thought he'd try waking the child, though the baby girl would most likely never open her eyes again. If the child was injured in any way, and if severely, the better thing to do would put her out of her misery. The way Coyote lay beside her told Knowles that she was gone, though. He was protecting the body, as he was trained to do until found had she died in combat.

Patting her pant-leg, Knowles gently tried coaxing her dog out from the isle. [b]"Come on, boy. We can't stay here."[/b] Without hesitation, Coyote rose to his three legs and backed up from the isle to hobble around the rows of seats towards Knowles. She caught a glimpse of his prosthetic leg that had come undone, making her way to him to meet the limping dog halfway. Bending down, Knowles quickly strapped the prosthetic back onto him, allowing him to stand up proper. Coyote wagged his tail tenderly in a grateful gesture, walking off towards the two towards the middle of the plane who had been interacting between each other while Knowles was busy with the other man. Cupping her hands around her mouth, Knowles called out to the young [color=skyblue]man[/color] and [color=pink]woman[/color], [b]"Are you whole, over there?"[/b] Again, Knowles avoided asking the more pointless questions. Wandering towards the man she'd originally talked with, she scanned over the heads of the seats and caught them in her sight.

[indent][color=pink][b]"Did they let you take that on the plane?"[/b][/color][/indent]

Upon hearing this, Knowles suddenly thought of her Beretta in her carry-on. [i]What was the item in question the woman had mentioned? Was this man going to be a problem?[/i] Many thoughts flashed through her head, but Knowles pulled herself back to the current situation. Tugging her bomber jacket off her arms, she then ripped her sweatshirt and t-shirt up in one motion over her head and snagged the ka-bar from her jacket. Knowles didn't much care she was down to her bra, she'd been down to less in front of more people than those counted on the plane. [i]Both alive and dead.[/i] Using her knife, she cut one long strip from the bottom of the tee and stepped towards the older gentleman again. Assessing his head wound where he'd been pressing a napkin, gently taking the red soaked tissue from his hands, Knowles quickly apologized before wrapping the thick strip of t-shirt around the man's head, fastening it in the back. During this whole time, Coyote had made his way over to Williams and Arnaud, standing a few feet away from them, letting out a soft warning bark at them. The dog wasn't positioned in an attack mode, but more of a defensive one. These people hadn't tried advancing on Knowles nor him, and until they did so, Coyote was going to be okay with them. From the other side of the middle seats, Knowles called out, [b]"He's friendly, just making sure you two are alright."[/b]