[ Help? She doesn't need help. She doesn't even know where she is, or how she got here, but she doesn't need more people handling her, sticking needles in her, nor shoving tubes down her throat for that matter. The moment she manages to regain some semblance of balance, even if only barely, she's already crawling onto her feet, and trying to find the quickest way out of wherever she is.

She doesn't know... doesn't understand. This, all of it - it makes no sense.

She was done. She was done.

She lacks her clothes, undressed and feeling exhausted and worn out in a way that reminds her a little too much of when she'd been locked up in Mount Weather. And to add to that, she doesn't have her weapons. So naturally, the first thing she thinks about is finding something that she can use as one. Anything that's either heavy, or sharp - ideally both.

And more than likely, that's how people will find her, either still naked and inside what's left of the ship, or out in the forest, having already managed to find a few pieces of clothing to put on. ]

[ It's not nearly as bad as some of the places she's been in before; but that doesn't mean she likes it. In fact, if this world looked anything like the world she knew, she would've taken off on her own a long time ago.

The urge to do so is still very much there, in fact. She's managed to find some proper clothes now, and has been collecting items here and there to serve as weapons too. She'll work on that with time, but for the moment, it would have to do. So she can be found usually sitting by herself, away from any groups, watching with an all too wary expression, neither hoping nor expecting to find anyone here that she knows. In her hand, she holds some kind of sharp object, looking as close to a knife as she could manage... just in case. ]

[ She may be sticking around the camp, at least for now, but that doesn't mean she's going to sit there and wait for things to work themselves out. At the very least she'll try to get to know this place, learn its dangers and advantages, and hopefully find something to eat. Lacking the face paint from home, she uses some muddy dirt to better hide herself as she makes her way through the woods, her hand keeping a heavy pipe from the ship in hand, should she need to defend herself, a sharpened spear tied to her back, and a couple of smaller weapons similar to knives strapped to her waist.

At the very least, she won't be caught unprepared.

As for the ship - she doesn't have any particular interest to step in there. But she can be found near the debris at times, right at the edge of where metal starts, debating on whether the risk of getting trapped in there is worth it, for the sake of finding some supplies that she might need. ]