Reece let out a whistle when the girl introduced herself, "Daang, maybe you were first class then." It was pretty surprising, he had expected Karls daughter to be more... rugged looking. Very sporty, like her father. Reece had worked with the man before, it was his trucks that distributed the footballers novelty jerseys. Quite a deal that had turned out to be, he made millions off of it. It certainly helped that Landucci's agent wasn't the brightest and agreed to obscenely high stipend, not that Reece minded. He listened to the injured man berate the girl as she went on about help. "People are definitely looking for us," He said putting particular emphasis on the fact he was referring to the three of them specifically. "But Vincie here's right, they won't get here till night. Maybe not even until morning." He looked like he was contemplating something, "We should worry about getting through the night, rescue and help will come second to that." 

Suddenly a woman who had situated herself about as far from the other survivors as possible started singing, quite loudly too. Reece cringed, his head still throbbing from his likely concussion. It seemed to only amplify the pain that seared through his brain. Turning around in his spot, he looked to where the girl stood. She had apparently set herself up her own little camp. "Oi!" He shouted for her attention, "Shaddup will ya? Some people have headaches here y'know!" Reeces voice echoed throughout the small hovel of survivors to the girl. Most people had head injuries and undoubtedly suffered from headaches that matched his own and needed rest. Others too were trying to sleep off other injuries, and having someone belting at them wasn't helping. Not at the moment, anyway.