"I'll give it a try anyway. I don't need reception now." She unzips her purse and wrinkles her nose the sight of the damp contents, pouting. "Ugh. My purse is ruined." Taking out her phone, she wipes it against her still wet shirt, frowning. "Maybe I'll wait until everything dries first."

Adelle looks back in the direction of where they came. "Back near the plane, you think?" She has no want to go trekking through the mass of trees. "That's where most of them washed up, right?" She starts walking that way. Other times she would have been annoyed to walk back and forth like this, but special circumstances call for different reactions.