"Shit." She frowns; if the train's safety tools were removed before the crash, the implications are getting worse and worse. "A university should have a disaster response unit, but it doesn't even look occupied." Of course, she's used to city-sized faction academies; civilian schools, she grants, might be smaller.

"Four objectives, then. Remove victims from immediate danger, don't let the danger spread, annex some structures for triage and ops, find hoses or shovels or whatever equipment they have. If there's no medical wing, landscaping and kitchens is a good bet." She looks up at him. "We'll need to coordinate with as many sound passengers as possible, as fast as we can find them."

Focused on aid for the victims, she hasn't explored the rest of the items in the backpacks. She would probably recognize the tablets, but the phones would baffle her as someone who's used to sending messages through the augment built into her nervous system.