She needed to hear it. Caitlyn shifted her weight and rolled her shoulders, both comforted and angry at herself for needing the comfort in the first place. Of course it was her fault - or half her fault, anyway. Getting the plane from point A to point B had been her only responsibility! Yet she found herself gravitating closer to Emmett despite her best intentions. There was no good reason to give up their secret, but feeling small and scared when Emmett asked about their location seemed good enough to her.
"We should be in Costa Rica," Cait answered quietly. She glanced over her shoulder at the survivors, then took a step closer and lowered her voice; definitely closer than was professional, but she needed him. As much of him as her pride would allow her to take. "Everything said we were on track, but..." Caitlyn looked around. "I don't think we're close to anything like an airport. They would have found us by now." It felt like it had been longer than it had, but someone would have seen the plane going down and gone for help... Would't they have?
Caitlyn shook her head. She had to move or the worry was going to drive her insane. "We should - build a fire. Don't you think? To make it easier for the search parties to find us?" The last thing Caitlyn wanted to do was try to step up into an authoritative role - she'd wanted to fly, not crash! - but it was looking more and more likely they were going to be stuck there for at least the night, and darkness looked more friendly when it was accented with fire.