"No, I suppose not." Akeha completes her rudimentary first aid, taking more careful measure of this woman. Having captured only a glimpse of the coat of arms on the original armor, she can't surmise what country this soldier hailed from. It's her assumption that this was intentional.

It's a point of mild concern. However, she's ultimately unbothered — she has no intention on lingering in this place with this woman for very long. All too familiar in the art of disguise and deception herself, her only thought is that she's likely dealing with some sort of fugitive.

"I struck my head during the crash, and needed to tend to it before moving on." As if to punctuate the remark, she stands easily and gracefully, with no hint of her persistent dizziness. Her skull pulses in time to her heartbeat, the larvae squirming in discomfort. With an unsteady sigh, she motions to the shore.

"With this much water, a settlement should be nearby. I suggest you move quickly."