John scrambles out behind her, with some soft cursing - he's had a bit of a growth spurt recently, and though he's not towering over Rose or anything, he still hasn't quite gotten used to his limbs yet. Still, he makes it out, and looks around wide-eyed.

"So... we were appearified into a spaceship that was about to crash into a beach?"

He pauses.

"Oh man. Oh shit, this is a desert island. This is going to turn into some demented, two-person Lord of the Flies shit, isn't it?"

Ever since he had to read that book for school the fall before he turned 13, he's been haunted by that pig head...