Ettie's eyes darted between each of the hallway's occupants as they spoke, crossing her arms over her chest tightly, as if fighting off a chill. LAX. Florida. All of the arguing made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, which was strangely secondary to the fact that none of them seemed to have any more of an idea of what was going on than she or Dylan did.
"Did you not have a box?" The question popped out of her seemingly out of nowhere, and she realized her gaze was focused on the girl with the braids, stuck in her hospital gown. "I mean, with your clothes in it?" Her attention moved from the woman, to the younger boy and the fact that only seemed to be wearing his own pants. Had they not gotten anything more?