[b]MAP ROOM[/b]

The massive man had awoken, and massive he was. She'd seen taller people before, but none with the kind of presence he had, the kind that filled up the room. Moss felt her throat close up when he looked at her, and only gripped the hammer tighter when he told her to lower it. Like hell she was going to drop it; it didn't matter if the heavy-voiced man was God himself, she'd found it and it seemed to be a pretty damn goo tool for not getting the shit beaten out of her. 

The blowing of the wind caught her attention, and the choking smell of the sea filled the room if only for a moment before dissipating away. The salt practically blinded her, and she had to rub the thick air from her eyes as well as hold her nose. What an awful smell, the sea. So much salt and grime, filled with the piss and shit of a million fish and other god-only-knows horrors. 

Then the other girl woke up. Moss didn't know what to think of her, she looked young, but...frillier than any of the other kid-folk she'd seen. Then again the bespectacled man was more or less just as surprising. Then of course there was the freak, but that was its own field entirely, and damned if she was gonna mess with it.

The girl opened her mouth, and suddenly Moss's surprise turned, once again, to confusion. TamTam? Who the fuck was TamTam? Was she speaking the same language as the freak? She understood moving to the door well enough, though.

"Ay!" Moss snapped, watching the girl. "Are you outcha god'm mind? We can't just go out there, what if the fokers who put us in here are out there?"

It seemed however, that she was outnumbered in her opinion. The girl was gone and with her the lumberjack. Well, either they'd die first, or they'd get lucky, but Moss wasn't going to bank much on the latter. Not with that oddity of a girl around, anyway.