Lieutenant, Junior Grade Aleksandra Zaytseva blinked her eyes open, looking about her surroundings. Blinking again to clear her head, the blurry vision that had greeted her sharpened into a crisp image of where she was and, looking down, she realized that was a good ten feet above the ground. As she looked back up, Sasha momentarily thought her vision had faded out again, when the coughing drawn out of her throat allowed for the truth to dawn on her, she was in the middle of a plume of smoke, blowing her way. That must be her crashed Longsword, which she had just managed to pull free of before it hit the ground, pulling her chute, before that tree branch rose up to meet her in the head. That must be what was holding her in the hair, and it made sense. She had attempted to land in the jungl