[center][h2][color=pink]Kiki Williams[/color][/h2]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Klaykid] | [@Pilatus]

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The goth raised her lip a bit and scoffed at the man. She just turned and shook her head. She had been in a car wreck before, a small one but the shock is the same. She was surprised how quick these people started back up with being their annoying selves, maybe they were trained for it or they were just born with the ability to deal with the situation. Even in the little car wreck it took ten minutes for her hands to stop shaking and about an hour for her brain to function properly again. She just looked around the cabin, dumbfounded as she took it all in. She walked slightly down the hallway and looked around, peering out one of the windows. The inspection gave her little information, just a bunch of moving white specs. For all she knew they had landed on a channel with no signal.

Kiki ignored all the chatter around her. She walked slowly to a couple a few seats down, who seemed to be simply sleeping. She crouched by them and looked up at their peaceful faces. Her hand touched their clammy skin then followed down their plump cheeks to their neck. Nothing. She just crouched there a moment and looked at them. The aeroplane had to have an AED. Most of these people could be saveable if their brain still had oxygen, hell they might be in severe shock. She slowly began to stand as a voice broke through her consciousness. 

[b]“We’re about two-hundred miles west of Lhasa. Blah blah blah GPS stuff still active blah blah blah get off the aircraft as soon as possible and don't be an idiot,"[/b]

Well, something along those lines. She picked up on the important stuff from the man who was rather obviously the flying bus driver. She looked around at the stuff around her and realised that she hadn’t seen her backpack. It wasn’t much bigger than a purse so they allowed her to not only take it on, but keep it in her lap/under her seat. She grimaced as she stepped over Dr.Jones and landed on the floor in front of in her seat. She scooped her backpack from under the chair and off the sticky floor and looked out the window again. It was already getting colder and she wasn’t even outside yet. She looked for her thin airline-provided blanket, but it was caked with blood and other spilled fluids. It would do her no good. 
Defeated, she slung her backpack over shoulder and ducked back out into the tight hallway. She squeezed her way down it, tiptoeing around everything until she was back at the front.
[color=pink]“Mister uh, Pilot man?”[/color] she realised too late that didn’t know how to address him, [color=pink]“Whatever. Anyway, should we get out the like, luggage? Like with all of our stuff in it. Mine has some...corrosive material and it may leak if it’s broken…”[/color] she had the urge to noisily chew gum but unfortunately she had none.