Alec decided not to press the commando on her reaction to his question. She'd known his name, it made sense to assume that she'd know the rest of the manifest. Sighing, he headed left, down the hall. He listened to the grumbles of the assembled people, staying quiet himself. There was no need to get excited until he had a better handle on what was actually going on.<br/><br/>Although that nagging smell of ozone didn't help. Any time he'd managed to overload some electrical panel or blown a fuse, he'd smelled ozone. Burning electronics in a plane was... problematic.<br/><br/>He was waved over to a group of people, and joined them just before the bottom dropped out of the plane. He grunted as his feet left the deck, trying hard not to flail around in the dark in case he reoriented himself poorly. He managed to absorb the impact as he landed again, but still sank to one knee, cracking his kneecap painfully off the floor. As he rose, he helped a nearby fellow passenger back to their feet.<br/><br/>Just as he joined a smaller group of people, the plane lurched again, but he immediately reached for the nearest handhold to prevent more leghurt.<br/><br/><em>Shit, is the plane listing?</em>The next thought he came up with, he could not shake.<em>We're going down.</em><br/><br/>He kept his mouth shut. There was no way he was going to cause a panic.<br/><br/>The woman at the head of the queue spoke up, asking about medicine. The only things he could imagine being so far at the front of someone's mind in a time like this were things like insulin or adrenaline. He noticed the soldier roundly ignored her question.<br/><br/>"Which is your compartment, miss? We'll go and get it."<br/><br/><em>If she won't say 'No'... right?</em>