The smell of blood mixing with vodka filled her nostrils as he poured the fine beverage over his wounds. It would have to do as disinfectant for now as they didn't have anything that would do half as good a job as the booze would. It had been a while since the pilot moved with a party of people, preferring to travel light and alone had its benefits. There was no problems with alone time and she got to decide where and when she went, never having to ask someone what their thoughts were was a grand experience in itself.<br/><br/><strong>”Another Alex, Huh? I'm Alyxandra I shit ya not, friends call me Lex, though. Probably best if we stick ta that so we don't mix one another up”</strong>She added with a smirk as she worked around his efforts to disinfect his wounds tugging small shards of glass from his cheeks pressing his hair and beanie back so she could see if there were any more shards hiding in his hair line.<br/><br/>It seemed for now, she was stuck with these two gents till she could get back on her feet. But slowly as her lucidity returned something dawned on the pilot. Her face grew white as panic flared up in her body. The ship she had called home was lost to a mangled mess that was the crash site. Her hands shook as she reached for her neck grasping beneath the black and white scarf searching for something. A pendant of great value to her. Her mind glazed over the introductions she was getting now as she started to panic even more.<br/><br/><strong>”Where is it… “</strong>She blurted out grabbing Sasha but the shoulders.<strong>”A necklace with two rings on it and a set of dog tags….where is it? Did you take it?”</strong>She wheezed trying to recall if she'd taken the necklace off before the crash and possibly placed it somewhere for safekeeping. While the man tended to his wounds the woman patted her body down looking for the simple ball chain, hoping maybe it had fallen into her scarf or her clothing during the smash.<br/><br/>