Though she had just been calling out in search of another living soul, it still came as a shock to find her summons answered so readily. He came out from behind one of the containers that surrounded her and though he moved slowly and steadily, Harper couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she’d been snuck up upon.<br/><br/>Rising into a half-crouch, her body tensed and ready, she looked up at him as he approached. The similar design of their thermal suits suggested that he’d also been in one of the containers, but right now Harper wasn’t in the mood to trust anything. Surviving a thousand feet drop from a crashing plane onto an Antarctic plain with messed up weather does that to you. He said he was a Marine though, that might potentially put them on the same side.<br/><br/>She paused a moment before slowly getting back to her feet. From the ground she knew he was tall, but now she’d risen she realised how physically imposing he was. The thought didn’t exactly reassure her.<br/><br/>“Harper McAdams. US Navy Diver, First Class,” she murmured. She gave him a limp salute but didn’t quite relax. “I’m just as lost as you Staff Sergeant. One moment I was putting on a thermal suit and tapping out some Morse code, the next minute the plane was going down. At least, I think it was? I blacked out...” Harper cast her gaze around their immediate vicinity, noting for the first time the absence of any plane wreckage, save for the multitude of cubicles. Her voice took on a slightly firmer edge as she turned back to regard him closely, almost suspiciously. “Come to think of it, do you know what happened to the plane? Were you part of the crew or were you in one of the-these b-boxes?” She shivered as she finished the sentence, drawing the thermal suit closer around her. It didn't keep her quite as warm as she'd hoped.