She hadn't gone for things in the cargo hold yet. It should have been top priority, especially with everything that was in her bag. Anyone could have grabbed it by now. The longer she went without going to grab it, the higher the chance that it wouldn't be there when she did get around to finding it. Weirdly, she had faith that it would be though and there were a lot of people going crazy over their stuff so staying away until the fray died down, that seemed to be the better idea.
Besides, it was still morning. People were still asleep. It would look suspicious if she started to go through everyone's belongings now. And the early part of the day was the best time for fishing. Except they weren't biting. Yet. She had to have patience. That's what her father taught her.
A voice from the left caught her attention and she stood up from her spot, head swiveling toward it while her hands kept her fishing pole firm in her hand. One of the other passengers. Another stranger. "Good morning," Mandie politely responded, eyeing him from top to bottom. He didn't look injured. "I haven't caught anything," she also said quickly, as if to deter him from trying to steal anything from her. Her backpack was still on her, just in case.