After he gets his feet under him and he doesn't see anyone in the immediate line of sight that looks familiar, Kol shoulders his bag again and starts walking around, trying to decide where the bloody hell he's supposed to go from here when suddenly, he finds what he's looking for-- someone familiar.

Short, blonde, no more than 110lbs soaking wet, he's sure of it, and probably not one that's going to be happy to see him. But she's in this as much as he is and he'll just have to deal with her snark or sass as it comes. "Oi, you got a damn clue what we're supposed to be doing, here?"