Alejandro was starting to be able to clearly see, as he was able to notice that the one shaking him into awareness was a bespectacled curvy woman, speaking nonsense and visibly agitated. "Estoy bien, no pasa nada" he groaned, sitting up on the sand, even if things had gone violently south he was thankful of not having any noticeable injuries. The woman seemed to have it worse, wrestling part of her clothes out of her, the scalding sun making a number on her. Alejandro wanted to help, but he was feeling sore and just trying to get up seemed an heroic task. Luckily his clothes were quite light, so he wasn't feeling the need to remove anything, as it wouldn't be of much help.<br/><br/>The woman was muttering things for herself, and the scattered words that he heard made no sense for him. For a moment the stupid idea that she was talking about broth confused the hell out of him, until his shocked mind managed to catch up and notice that she was talking Italian. That was a bummer, as the only parts of that language he knew were food related, about dishes and such, so understanding her would be a pain. Their languages weren't so different though, so maybe he could make himself understand, specially since the girl seemed smarter than him, or so he thought. Rolling to a side, Alejandro managed to get in all fours, then knelt in his laborious road to verticality. He checked once again for injuries, but he didn't seem to have any, so it was just a matter of getting the ball rolling, starting to get moving so he could shake that numbness out of him.<br/><br/>"¿Gente?" he asked, catching a known word on the woman's screams. "¿Dónde hay más gente?" he asked, looking around, seeing the woman wave and then come back to him. She crouched and pointed, so Alejandro could finally see something far away, something that moved, seemingly the woman was right, there were more survivors around. Survivors. Just the thought of it made him glad he was one of them, but at the same time unnerved him. "Espera un segundo, ayúdame un momento..." Alejandro tried to lean on the woman, laboriously managing to get up. "Ay joder, en menuda mierda nos hemos metido..." he groaned, looking at his surroundings now that he was standing off. "¿Vamos o esperamos?" he asked, unsure if she could understand him.