Margo was more annoyed than anything at the "help" the girl was trying to give her.  She rolled away from the girl and sat up.<br/><br/>"I'm fine.  Just exhausted," she said, seeing the girl was in tears.  No need to bite her head off given the situation.  Margo knew she could be a bitch, but the truth was, this was a shitty situation as it was.  She looked around at the flotsam and jetsam of ship pieces and bodies around her.  She could tell without touching they were dead.<br/><br/>"You...me..." Margo could see by the coloration of the loser from the ship he was alive.  Figured.  She ends up with the one man on the whole fucking boat who had hit on her that she had totally knocked down.  Crap.  Here's hoping they didn't have to interact much before they were rescued.<br/><br/>"And him..." she added finally.  "Don't suppose you've seen or heard any rescue boats or choppers or anything?"<br/>