"Yeah, I'll second that one, honey," Keith agreed, sighing as he sat down on an exposed rock next to Olivia. Unconsciously he brushed at his hair with his fingers, trying to get it to look perfect. Always paid to make a good first impression. "Name's Keith. Pleased as I am to meet y'all, it might behoove us to put some sort of plan together. I got a couple points I'd like to raise."

"One, that crash won't go unnoticed. Some great big lovely men are likely to come looking around, probably with dogs and rifles. They probably aren't going to be too happy with us."

"Two, where the hell are we?" he said with an expansive gesture that took in the lakes, the trees, the blue mountains just visible in the distance. "Is this Colorado or something? What are we gonna do about food and shelter? Where's the nearest Qdoba?" Keith shrugged. "These are things we need to think about. I don't know if we're just going to try and walk to civilization, but we need to make some sort of plan. I've said my piece, I'm sticking with you guys for the time being." 

Keith sighed as he looked over the others, unsure if he could trust them at all but unwilling to face this situation alone. He suddenly realized, very abruptly, that his survival may depend on these people. A sobering thought, for sure. An unwelcome one, as well.