She recognized the man, once she close enough to see him, which had to be closer than she liked. There weren't any fires going on yet, though Mandie was certain that a few were trying to start some as the night grew darker and colder. What light there was came from flashlights and cell phones and whatever blinking came from the broken plane.
But her approaching him sent the man into a frenzy and he was all arms and legs as he tumbled, falling back as he tripped over something. Ahh, his bag. There was no desire to laugh, only curiosity as she took another but slow step towards him again. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ... surprise you. Are you alright? Do you need a hand up?"