[center][h3][color=f26522]Nona Wembley[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][b][color=f26522]The Big Island[/color][/b][/center]

Nona thought she heard a slight movement across the sand but shrugged it off as a seagull trying to find a tasty snack. It was probably what she should be doing,not the food part but the scavenging for sure. She was about ready to leave when she heard something plop into the sand next to her. Her eyes slowly opened before she slowly pushed up on her elbows and forced herself to grit her teeth so as to ignore the pain in her shoulder as she did. She leaned to the side slightly to pick up the object that was buried a bit into the sand. She was about to play with the small pebble between her fingers until she heard a throat clearing. Nona felt a flood of relief just a moment before stiffening, her heart racing as she swiftly sat up the rest of the way glance around and find who was near her. 

She was hopeful that it was another survivor but at the same time, they didn't come up and directly talk to her either. It felt completely stupid to be thinking of one of those old island survival movies at a time like this since Nona highly doubted native cannibals were lurking about but she was only human after all and her mind was getting away from her in that short time it took for the other person in the area to speak.
[color=00aeef]"Are you from the plane crash as well?[/color]

Nona couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on her features before she replied with a tease,[color=f26522]"Well I'm no native, that is for sure."[/color]
That being said, she carefully stood and tried to get her barrings as a wave of dizziness hit her but she was determined to stay up right.[color=f26522]"You aren't going to stay hidden behind that rock all day, are you? I promise I don't bite and to be honest...feels a little...weird chatting to someone I can't even see."[/color]