Krystal dragged herself out hurriedly, clawing at the sand. "My nails" she mumbled to herself as she finally mumbled to herself. Looking at the woman who rescued her, Krystal smiled and nodded "Um... Thank you very much" She said quietly, looking around awkwardly. Thank you was something Krystal barely said, and it felt strange coming out of her mouth. She looked around at the chaos the crash had caused and felt tears form in her eyes. "What should we do about the bodies?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly as she looked at the body of a mother cradling her child. Turning away from the wreckage, Krystal looked at her savior "there must be more people needing our help right?".

Krystal then noticed the pain across her stomach, pulling her top up slightly, she looked at the gash and decided it could be left until later.

Krystal walked around the huge crash site, looking for any signs of other survivors, seeing a man still strapped into his seat, with a rod going through his leg. Krystal looked at the man "Um apparently... You're like not meant to take that stuff out or something, because it could be stopping you from bleeding it out" Krystal shrugged helplessly "I don't know though, do you want me to help you out?" Krystal looked over to where the other Survivors had slowly begun to congregate, the only people who were there, were the ones who were too weak or too injured to help. "You could probably put some of your weight on me and I could take you there, and I could find someone with training who knows what to do" She suggested, playing with the ends of her hair nervously. 

Krystal looked at the mans thigh, the bar seemed to be in there quite deep. She looked away quickly, she had never been that good with blood and gore.Though for now she'd have to stick it out.