At this moment, Sara doesn't care who is coming down. All she knows is that she wants away from wherever she is and she would really like to be warm again.

She shivers, knowing that she's already gone into shock. Internal bleeding may be a factor. My arm's broken. Concussion, some other cuts...

She moves forward to meet the descending figure.

She blinks, almost certain that she's hallucinating. "Jack?" Her voice is a rough croak.