When she saw the woman's head pop up over the desk, Finley felt a wave of relief. Good. Now she could call for help and get those people out of there. There was no telling how they had fared on their own. Hopefully they all stayed near the plane where they had shelter from the sun and plenty of water and food to keep them healthy for a while. She started to rush towards the desk, but then the woman came out from behind with a bottle of water in tow. Finley accepted the bottle of water, tearing the cap off and sloppily pouring it into her mouth. A few drops dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, but she was so thirsty, she didn't care. Not that she ever cared about decorum anyways. After a few gulps, she pulled the bottle down and wiped her mouth, gasping a little bit at the air. Now that she wasn't lost in the desert, she was starting to calm down a little.
"I was on a plane to Sacramento with close to two hundred passengers. We got over the desert earlier today and the plane's engine's shut off. Pilots didn't seem to understand the how or why of it, but they landed the thing without hurting anyone. None of our phones or radios were working, so I heel-toed it until I found this place. I'm a cop, Detective McKnight from the Maryland PD. I need to phone in for assistance and get help back to the other passengers. Can we call the local police and have them come here? I can take them back out to the wreckage." She swallowed when she was done with her story, pushing her bottle back up to her lips so she could drain the remaining water in the bottle. She had rationed the bottle from the plane throughout the day, but sprinting across the desert to chase after the lights had really done a number on her. Once all of this was over, she planned on indulging in about twelve hours of sleep or more.
She shook her head and waved her hand at the mention of a doctor. "I'm fine. Seen worse than this. I'm just a little scraped up, no big deal. I need to get into contact with the police, though."