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Someone was approaching. Finn took an anxious glance over their shoulder, but relaxed slightly when they recognized this person. A bright yellow beanie is easy to remember. She had been on the lifeboat, she pulled the release on the ship and took a nap for the rest of the voyage. 

Her observations on Trent's condition worried Finn, but before they had time to try and...flip him over or something, the girl in the beanie was speaking again. 

[quote=Isla][color=f26522]“I’m Isla, by the way. Pretty fun all this almost dyin' and waking up surrounded by ghost wean- children, aye?”[/color][/quote]

Oh shit. Oh shit she was talking to them. And...smiling at them? Isla was...cheery to say the least. Something about her tone of voice and smile reminded Finn of a camp consoler or a train attendant. Extremely happy sounding despite the oddly dark things she was saying. Finley blinked, trying to look less confused. They [i]tried[/i] to smile, but it looked completely forced, the corners of their mouth twitching slightly. 

[color=LightSteelBlue]"I'm Finley and uh...yeah...today has just been...uh full of surprises..."[/color]

Their attention turned back to Trent as he began to awaken, coughing and sputtering. Their relief very quickly turned to anxiety as he began to cry. Finn looked around nervously, they didn't know how to comfort someone who was crying. But they couldn't just...ignore him. Leave him to suffer and feel alone. After a moment of hesitation Finley reached out, brushing the dust off his back as he rolled over. Direct contact with someone was...hard...for Finley, but they couldn't not attempt to comfort their friend. 

[color=LightSteelBlue]"Hey...hey now...it's okay...we just...we gotta find a police officer...or a bus station. We can't be far from home..."[/color]

Another person was fast approaching, and luckily again it was someone Finn recognized from the lifeboat. The tall blonde, but Finn couldn't remember her name, or even if they were given her name. Regardless they were thankful when she arrived and took the time to help up Trent. Shortly after the young man with the guitar found the small gathering of survivors, and he commented on how cold he felt. Finley frowned slightly, he...really did look cold. 

Finley looked around at the small group, picking anxiously at their chewed fingernails.  

[color=LightSteelBlue]"If...if anyone else...s-survived the crash...we should find them...and then find somewhere to...warm up."[/color]