Anika blinked up at the woman dazedly, her dried and cracked lips slightly parted. It took her a moment to realise what the other woman was doing, but once she did, she reached up and gripped her hand, accepting the support she needed to get back on her feet. It hadn't slipped by her that the other woman was just as shaky as she was, and she automatically slipped an arm around her, offering her own support in order to reach the others.<br/><br/>Times like this, she was glad she'd grown up on a farm. It meant she was used to blood, to life and death and its many different forms. Life was life, death was death, and you learned to cope with it or lost your mind. Her father had made that clear when she was young, and it had seen her through much since.<br/><br/>With a little luck, it would see her through this, too.<br/><br/>They had reached the small group by now, and Anika fumbled with her bag. She eventually got it open, and she went digging for the face cloth inside it as she dropped to her knees and then held it out to the one she thought was a doctor. Somehow, she found her voice to speak-her ears were still ringing, though, so she knew she wouldn't be able to hear any replies just yet.<br/><br/>"For the blood-I used it on the plane, it's still wet." Wet enough that it would get the worst of the blood off, with a little luck. Thinking of the plane reminded her of her ears, and knowing that they would need to know she couldn't hear anything, quickly spoke up again. "I think my ears burst when the plane went down, so I can't hear anything you say right now, but I can still help if you need it."