Misha grunts. "Motherfuckers... hurts......" She let out a shrill cry and covered her eyes with her scarred upper arm. Despite this "minor inconvenience," she pulled herself into a sitting position and grasped weakly at the buckle. However, instead of strapping it around her, she clung to the fabric and moaned pitifully.

Dione peered at Destin. She was wary, but he was small and had wide, inviting eyes. She softened her stance. "Nothing serious, I don't think. Thank you," she said with a slight smile. "I was just.. expecting to deal with a different crisis." She let out an uneasy laugh, eyes flitting back to Jayden and Elauna.