"Mari," if he has a name, he's unlikely to be a hallucination. Mari squints up at him briefly, then pops a polo into her own mouth, sticking her tongue through the hole in the middle. It tastes salty, but it's minty enough to remove the horrible feeling of fur in her mouth.

Taking off her jumper she begins removing things from her pockets and laying them on top of it to dry out. Pack of cards, leather passport, keyring, iPod...ow. She frowns at the iPod as she makes sure it's turned off. No rice here. She checks her lanyard, then holds it up to him to see. "Snap, we're both immature. Were we both on the flight, too?"

Looking around, she takes off her shoes and socks, laying them next to her. "I'm pretty sure we're not dead. My head is thumping."

Her head doesn't hurt. It feels clear as a bell, but- if she were dead, she'd expect her hearing to be back. It isn't.