Finley had never been a difficult customer in the grocery store -- mostly because she only went for frozen dinners and never used coupons -- so she wasn't quite experienced with the feeling of being passed from one official to the other. If she had caught the looks being exchanged between Jai and Christine, though, she would have picked up on the feeling for sure. She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly when Jai said that the police were aware and on the scene. How was that possible? The plane landed in the middle of nowhere, so she doubted that a unit had accidentally come across it. The phones and radios were down, so how could they call for help? Her eyebrows were knitted together, displaying her confusion.
"I'll worry about myself once I'm certain the other passengers are safe. How exactly did the authorities find the scene? No one was able to radio in or call." She licked her lips and turned to Christine, accepting the key card. "Thank you, I definitely appreciate this." Then, she turned back toward Jai. "Look, I know the deal here is to make guests as comfortable as possible and I do appreciate everything you guys are trying to do. But it's my responsibility to make sure everyone is okay. Is there anyway that you can radio to the police? Just to verify that all the passengers were unharmed?" Was she really going to have to trust what the security guard said he overheard on a scanner? Not that she distrusted him, she just found his response a little convenient and unlikely. That and if she assumed he was telling the truth and he wasn't, anyone who was hurt -- that was on her. Even though she wasn't in Maryland anymore, she couldn't just shake her sense of responsibility.