A human’s body could only support so much adrenaline before the fear had to melt away. Aibhlinn was used to the jolts it usually delivered to her, it was better than any high that coffee could ever give but now this was ridiculous, having stretched out for far too long and burned her veins dry. Fear was replaced with anger and annoyance, frustration as she had yet to hit the ground. There was no way she was wrong about how much time had passed; the ground should have turned her into jelly by now. When she was sky-diving in Chile it took only ten seconds to reach terminal velocity and cover the first thousand feet. In a box, in this weather, she anticipated the final plunge to be shorter than that. Alice down the Rabbit hole, that’s who she was, should have fuckin’ stayed in Alaska.<br/><br/>The impact was a doubt, but because she didn’t believe in it, it chose that precise moment to come. The archaeologist did finally land but not at all in a graceful heap on the ground. She hit what had been the ceiling, cursing as she exhaled and was sandwiched between frigid metal and the containers of food, what had been her bed, and frozen bottles of water. To add to insult, the blankets scattered everywhere else but near her to provide cushioning for the snow, and in one case, for the MOBA which was far from arm’s reach.<br/><br/>“Fuck.” She was calm, dizzy but at ease. A slow breath in, a slow exhale. Access the situation.<em>Mild pain in the skull, either from tension headache or residual effects of the adrenaline. Most likely a concussion. Chest and stomach are fine, limbs are pretty achy, nothing feels broken.</em>Breathe. Exhale. Push.<br/><br/>One of the frozen bottles of water slipped free and rolled towards an open corner of the room, but everything else just shifted and groaned. Aibhlinn tried rotating her hips, patiently wiggling and adjusting until she realized that she wasn’t getting any heft because she was so damn cold. Everything was worse in the cold; sex, stubbing your toe, going Hulk when you were pinned down by a pathetic assortment of shit. “Aibhlinn Bannon: killed in action by some bits of wood and MREs.” She kicked, she wiggled, she cursed in every language she knew and finally came free with a wince and a noisy thump against the door. Not much room to go LAPD on the door and kick it down, but like an irritated cat who wanted to get into another room, she was able to push an arm out, wave it around, and wiggle her face through.<br/><br/>Wait… did she hear voices?<br/><br/>She paused, holding her breath. There! “Oy! Me doors a wanker and won’t budge, a bit o' help here!” She pulled back, snatching the MOBA with her and stuffed it in her pocket. "You guys ok out there?" Not that she was in any position for saving, but hell, she'd give anything a shot, once.