Small laughter bubbled past my lips as I heard the girl I was trying (and currently) failing to help respond with sarcastic words. It came without warning and I immediately tried my best to school my features to avoid offense. [color=f49ac2]I definitely knew that being laughed at while in a bad spot made for a horrible feeling.[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Sorry about that.”[/color] I said as I shuffled closer to her in hopes to be of assistance. [color=6ecff6]“It was funny.”[/color] My eyes widened in realization and I raised my hand up to… [color=f49ac2]to, I didn’t know, surrender?[/color] [color=6ecff6]“What I meant was that what you said was funny. Not the-- the situation. The situation’s horrible.”[/color]

Shaking my head, I turned to said current situation at hand. [color=f49ac2]She needed my help to break off said glasses and probably do it in a way that didn’t hurt her any further.[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Sure. I can do that, I think.”[/color] I answered her request. I lifted my hand to reach for my bag but found air, a frown coming to my face upon realizing that I didn’t pick up the bag that was next to my seat that should already be strapped across my shoulders. I stopped my covered palms filled with glass shards from hitting my face upon realizing my sheer idiocy. 

While she -- Tori -- gave her name, I took that opportunity to mask my stupidity by answering her question. [color=6ecff6]“I don’t remember exactly but I know something hit us or we hit something.”[/color] [color=f49ac2]Awesome job there Captain Obvious. I really need a way to help remove those glasses without hurting myself before she notices I’m buying time.[/color] [color=6ecff6]“It was pretty fast, too, I think.”[/color]

An unlikely savior came in the form of a brown-haired woman with equally brown eyes offering to break the glass. [color=f49ac2]Yes! Although the fact that her hand was pretty banged up was concerning.[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Speaking of police and ambulances,”[/color] I muttered absently as I attempted to stand up and found strength in there finally, [color=6ecff6]“I’ll try dialing them up. Never called before and they might be here already but it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Be right back. I’m Alva, by the way.”[/color] I added absentmindedly as Ally introduced herself to us. As I walked away from the two and went towards my previous seat, I hefted my bag across my shoulders and picked up my phone.

Dialing the authorities resulted in nothing, saying that the line was too busy. I dialed it again and again and it only resulted into the same line. I simply pocketed my phone as I made my way towards Tori and Ally, pleased that the former was now standing about and looked to be filled with energy as she yanked the roof hatch and failed to open it. [color=f49ac2]It must be stuck. A sigh escaped my lips. Closed spaces suck but at least I have people here with me. I probably would’ve either freaked out by now and cried or did some dangerous miraculous bullshit like climbing on the seats and whacking the window open even if it meant glass shards raining down dangerously on me.[/color] 

Shaking my head of that particular imagination and keeping it in mind for the worst case scenario of being unable to escape this particular event, I decided to catch their attention, waving a handkerchief and unopened water bottle towards Ally with my left hand. [color=6ecff6]“For your wounds and shi-- stuff. Might stop the bleeding or at least make sure it’s not infected.”[/color] Then I turned to Tori, giving her my pack of half-empty tissue napkins to clean herself with. [color=f49ac2]Something she’d probably like considering the blood on her face. It wasn’t a lot, but in my humblest opinion, having even a speck of blood in anyone’s face should be considered ‘a lot’.[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Here you go.”[/color]

[@Lemons][@1Hawkeyes]