Kayla narrowed her eyes and tensed up instinctively, taking in the strange noises eminating from the oncoming boat and supressing a wave of uncertainty effortlessly. She surveyed the shapes in the boat intensely, running several possibilities through her mind, including fleeing for safety if necessary. Younger, hooded girl holding an obviously small child, and a flippin' horse. She observed quietly as Victoria sprang into action, ready for anything, apparently.<br/><br/>Kayla's nerves were most certainly a hard thing to shake, but a slight wave of fear was brought on from the flooding, seeming unaswerable, questions that seemed to fastball straight to her attention. How did they reach here? Where did they come from? What did this mean? How did the child become sick, which was the issue the teenage girl so passionately pressed? How could they have heard the transmission sent from Hatchet Falls when it has been down for several years?<br/><br/>She sunk a little farther back, ignoring Trish's plea to speak to the distressed girl. Kayla was doing what she did best: retracting the emotion connected to a situation and approaching it logically. The girl was obviously not going to harm us, but that didn't mean Kayla wouldn't keep her senses about her. The child, however, obviously needed attention. Struggling to stand, her older sister supported her as they climbed out of the boat and Victoria hastily searched it. Kayla approached Trish and spoke quick and low.<br/><br/>"Does the child need water? We should at least do what we can until someone arrives to take proper care of her."