Arlyn reaches up to prevent the woman from running into him, although the gesture could be easily mistaken for a more friendly one reaching out towards a fellow human in this time of tragedy.<br/><br/>"Passenger?" He is alittle disorientated, and still trailing blood down the right side of his face. "Yes.. I'm a passenger.  Are you with the ship?  There seems to be some sortof.. well.. crash."<br/><br/>There is alittle more movement in the dark hallways, and then the very faint call for help.  "I think someone needs help down there.. and we should find out what happened.  Are.. you in charge?"<br/><br/>As a passenger he's expecting to be told what to do - although he's really just going through the motions.  He's already decided that he's going to make his way off the ship as soon as he can.