Emmanuel is, well--he hasn't said a word. Mostly he's just looking tense and just as pale as Chris, gripping the edge of one of the seats for support. He's thinking of the little manuals they give out with instructions for emergencies on commercial flights, and how utterly useless any of that information is here.

At least Chris seems to have another idea, which is good, but then she stops, and--

"Chris--what's wrong? Well, of course, everything's wrong, but--" Oh God. Okay, there's the adrenaline. Think! All he has is a backpack with first aid equipment, not even his knife--not that it would be any help here. He reaches for her shoulder, stumbling slightly thanks to the angle of the plane.