Turk had wandered off, closer to the treeline, and glanced back to notice there was another survivor being carried Masaru, a human female that didn't look too well. He'd been around quite a few humans, and he was at least 85% sure that they weren't supposed to be [i]that[/i] color. 

[color=ed1c24]"Is everyfin' alroight over there?"[/color] Turk wasn't too interested, he just...sort of assumed the human female was okay. He didn't see any bleeding. Him and Gamie were sort of hovering over her, and since there wasn't any immediate cries for help, it didn't exactly set a mood the required his immediate attention. In the meantine, Turk was shuffling around the in the bushes, looking for a particularly sharp rock. He had his knife out and was cutting away at bushes to see if he could find any good rocks. 

The quest for rocks.

Hmm.

There was probably something more important he could be doing. 

Then it hit him, and he almost face-palmed with his knife hand. He felt a little thick for not realizing it before. [color=ed1c24]"Off to look fer a spring!"[/color] He shouted to the rest of the group. It would be a much better use of his time, he felt. He once again disappeared from view, this time into a thicket of jungle bushes. [color=ed1c24]"Won't go too far!" [/color] His voice would sound a little more distant and muffled, now.