@OtomostheCrazyHannah eagerly took the bottle of water,
"Thank you so much!" She gasped after sucking down a mouthful. She hesitated a moment, and then decided to risk offending the girl by gulping down another, even larger, mouthful. She was quick to offer it back after that though.
"Sorry, I don't want to drink it all, we've still got your sister coming. That should sate me for a bit longer." She did seem calmer after having a drink, and a previously unnoticed feral look around her eyes seemed to utterly vanish.
"I'm Hannah, I came with MSF on a helicopter, but one of our patients went off and ripped the pilot out of his seat. We crashed near Swaziland and almost made for Maputo. Glad we didn't." She shuddered, remembering the way the ghost had described the fate of that city... She sighed warily,
"Lost the rest of the crew in a town near here, 'cept Harry." She gestured to an exhausted man dozing against the wall near the back.
"He was the co-pilot." She explained sadly. None of the other doctors had made it.
"What about you?" She asked, curious about the friendly girl who shared her blessed water.