Krystal glared at the man, quite insulted at the mans insulting assumption that she was in coach. "No actually, I was in first, I was stuck under some debris from the plane but luckily I was helped out." She shook her head when offered the water "You have it" she muttered quietly "I don't share bottles.... I don't really like germs". Watching him pull down his shirt she looked away, giving him some privacy, she pretended not to see his bruises. "Where were you heading? She asked "Before the plane crashed, I mean". Looking about, Krystal averted her gaze from the families crying over the many deaths. It made her uncomfortable, all the emotions they were so effortlessly showing each other. She'd never had that closeness before, well with her father, but even that was.... uncomfortable. 

Krystal watched the man who had earlier been so rude to her, double over in pain. She got up quickly, going over and helping him sit up. "Here you go" she mumbled. She held onto him for a few moments more, making sure he was ok before she got up and left. Making her way back to the man she had been speaking to earlier. "What is your name?"