The impact had certainly jarred Yuuki, and she was rightfully disorientated. While her seat had come loose, she was one of the lucky ones. Or perhaps, it was simply due to her nature that despite some of the blood that decorated her forehead, there was no sign of a gash. That had disappeared almost instantly, but it hardly comforted her when her eyes blinked past some of the blood that had dripped down to obscure her vision.

What she did see, more importantly- what she smelt formed a pit in her stomach. Blood. A lot of it, and death clung to the air. She glanced around to find herself pinned within a chair that had broken loose and fallen in the crash. It took a bit of maneuvering from her position, but she managed to slowly begin to pull herself up. That was when she saw a woman approach among the wreckage. Yuuki had to clear her throat amid the smoke and debris before she found her voice.

"Are you all right?" Her words were laced with concern. In all of the chaos, she could hardly discern who's blood was who's when there was just so much of it.