Reece resisted the young girls assistance at first, but quickly gave in. He really didn't want to be near the others, they were being loud and some of them stank. It couldn't be helped much though. Safety in numbers or something, Reece thought. Although he doubted how much each of them contributed. Most were injured, incapable of moving. With the very minimal amounts of first aid and food available to them, they likely wouldn't last long. It was depressing really. As he sat on the blanket the girl left his side for a brief second, returning with a bottle of water. Cracking it open Reece took several long swigs. About half of it remained when he stopped and screw the cap back on. He held it out the girl who sat next to him, but was smarter enough to not invade is blanket. He was a professional man, plane crash or no plane crash, and had certain standards. Having some teenage girl sitting close enough that he could smell her day old perfume went against nearly all of them.

"I've been better," He answered her somewhat annoying question. The answer should of been beyond obvious, he doubted a single person came out of the wreckage feel any better than awful. "I've got a bit of a headache but it's manageable." He shifted slightly, getting into a more comfortable position. "My hips on the other hand hurt like hell," As if on cue the a breeze went through the area, blowing the remnants of Reece's suit. As the warm wind blew, a small piece of skin on Reeces waist could be seen. Although one might not immediately guess it was skin, seeing as it was several different shades of blue, purple and yellow. He quickly pulled his suit back down, hiding the disfigured flesh. "You must of been in coach," He glanced the girl up and down, "I mean, to come out with so little injury.." Reece stopped himself before he said anything too offensive. If he was going to get out of this place alive, he was going to need allies, "Names Reece. You?"