Look for the cockpit

Upon seeing a group of people sitting around on the beach, including the lifguard, the guy that helped you with the pregnant lady, the father and son, and a couple of others.

"We go out and look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver, to send a distress signal, help the rescue team." you explain, you turn to the lifeguard, the only one who seems to have any medical training at all. "You're going to need to keep an eye on the wounded. If the guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm, but don't let him remove that piece of shrapnel. You understand?"

He replies, "Yeah, got it. What about the guy with the leg? The, the tourniquet."

One guys turns to you, "I'll come with you. I want to help."

As you are already planning on going with the girl who stiched you up, you don't really need his help. So you respond, "I don't need any more help."

"No, it's cool, I don't really feel like standing still, so." You submit and let come along.

So you, the brunette girl that stiched you up, and the guy from you believe from North-Western England, maybe Manchester, all head off in a rough direction of where you figure you will find the cockpit.