"Nah, I'm good." A few scrapes, possibly, that Tegan can gather, but al in all she can now say to her grandchildren that she's walked - or swum, really - away from a aeroplane crash in the middle of the ocean. She supposes that's cool - or it would be if she ever planned on having kids. Perhaps she can tell some cats.

The guy looks like he's struggling to think straight, and whereas that doesn't say much about his ability to be any kind of useful in this situation, Tegan reminds herself that most civilians don't get to deal with much trauma outside of which cereal to have for breakfast, and softens her attitude. "Not seen anyone else, neither," she says. "But there's some kind of writing on the beach saying to follow the A's, so that's what I've been doing." She gestures towards a tree with an A carved into the bark.

Perhaps she should be making herself out to be more upset than she is, but she doesn't see what good that would do, so she doesn't. "You sure you're alright? You're looking pretty peaky."