[b]Day 2: Sunrise; outside the Medical tents[/b] Dr. Biermann stopped rather abruptly when Samantha approached him, the way she had managed to come from just outside his line of vision making it seem as though she had come from nowhere at all, and one could say the doctor was startled by the sudden interaction. He took a moment to internally curse himself for being so jumpy, squeezing the bottle still in his hand so it made a few soft, crackling pops before eventually allowing himself to relax with a soft sigh. In a moment, he turned, setting his weary gaze on the woman as he forced a smile. "Thank you, Ms. Wilson," he responded when she finished informing him that conditions were finally allowing him to get some well-deserved rest. His voice was as even and precise as always as he gave a short nod, "I think I may finally act on that offer." A light chuckle escaped the man, not exactly common for him in any sense, but it was nice to hear nonetheless before he went on to let the nurse know that he had just finished the rounds for 6:15 ─ he didn't think it important to mention that he had frantically been [i]repeating[/i] those rounds all morning ─ and had checked the supplies to ensure there was no loss of damage in the hours since their initial rundown of what was salvaged. "Everything should run on its own for at least a few hours from here," he told her, "but, please, if anything urgent does arise, do get Dr. Jennings as soon as possible. I should only be gone until afternoon; if I'm not awake by lunch, do have someone wake me," he paused, and as though it were an afterthought, added a simple, "Please?" [hr] [b]Day 2: Sunrise; "Kitchen"[/b] Over the course of their conversation, Desmond had prattled on and on to the mission coordinator, speaking quite a bit about his and his [i]team's[/i] successful trek. It was almost as though it were an [i]effort[/i] for him to include the contributions of Tyrelle and their third member ─ the man he still hadn't bothered to catch the name of...it started with an H, perhaps, and surely had more than one vowel, but who knew for certain, certainly not Desmond ─ Eventually, he did have to admit that it was [i]Tyrelle[/i] who stumbled across the creek but seemed to fall back on the 'forced' concept that it was a 'team effort' as he became insistent that the boy would have never found the source of water if he as the team lead hadn't sent Tyrelle in the direction he had. It appeared it was rather difficult for Desmond to be humble. When they met back up with Paula and Tyrelle, he took up his spot close to the boy, setting a hand on his shoulder for just a moment before pulling away when all it seemed to do was make the older teen tense up. As Paula went on about this and that, bringing in the concept of having Tyrelle remain at the camp on the beach while he himself served as the security chief's second on the mission, he remained silent, only ever giving a nod to show his approval of what was being asked, as well as, of course, that he was listening. Throughout, there was certainly a part of him that wanted to argue. He wasn't keen to the idea of Tyrelle 'lazing' about camp, as he saw it, especially when he knew full well that the boy was more than capable of serving on the overnight trek. Oh sure, Paula could call it keeping guard to make it seem like more than it was, but in his eyes, Desmond felt that it was simply a waste of the boy's potential. Still, he wasn't about to argue with his superior, and so, with a hard-forced smile, he finally responded, when given the chance, threading an almost natural chuckle into his voice as he spoke, "Of course, I can bear it," he told them, "It wouldn't be the [i]first[/i] night Tyrelle has been away from me. After all, as you pointed out, he [i]is[/i] a teenager; the boy has a life of his own!" -- Tyrelle was about to chip in himself before a new face approached their circle. When she insisted on the name Penny, as opposed to Penelope as she'd been introduced, Tyrelle repeated the name quietly with a nod, his hand lingering with hers just as long as her own grip remained. It was probably the first time since crashing on the island that he hadn't rejected someone's physical contact; even when it came to the doctors and nurses, it was obvious that he was [i]very[/i] reluctant in allowing himself to be touched at all. He listened, all the while nodding as Penny spoke of her studies. He was amazed, really, and it showed in his face, along with a small 'wow' that escaped his lips at some point, though he wasn't sure if anyone had actually noticed it. The fact that Penny was 21 didn't bother him at all, not only were two of his partners back home already 19 and 20, but he, too, would be 18 fairly soon, his birthday right around the corner, which had been one of the primary reasons he hadn't wanted to go on the C-130 mission. Like any teen coming to adulthood in the eyes of the law, he wanted to spend such a special birthday with the people who were closest to him and celebrate his newfound freedom. After his birthday, he'd planned to move out of Desmond's care to move in with a couple of his partners; they'd already found an apartment and everything, and Tyrelle had even had a part-time job lined up to help pay rent while he finished out his studies. Of course...none of that mattered anymore, [i]Desmond[/i] had made sure of that. Smiling, Tyrelle nodded at Penny's request for help and said, "Sure, sure, yeah, let's do it!" then cleared his throat before seeming to correct himself as he added, "Of course, Miss Penny, I'd love to be of assistance; just lead the way." [hr] [b]Day 2: Sunrise; Beach[/b] It wasn't common for Jae-Seong Moon to up at dawn. Hell, anyone who knew the man knew very well that it wasn't even common for him to be up before [i]lunch[/i]. Even back in college, when it had come to his classes in school Jae-Seong had rarely actually attended his morning classes, and made it by on top work and tests alone. If ever there was a time that Jae-Seong was up with the sun, it usually meant that he had been up the whole night working on whatever project he had going on at the moment. Thankfully, such wasn't the case here. Jae-Seong had slept through at least [i]most[/i] of the night, but he had risen far before dawn and got to work on his project ahead. After checking that his phone was well-charged and the stand on the hard case was still intact, he made no hesitance in trekking his way down the beach to a secluded area where he would be able to catch the sunrise. With his phone set up on a mostly unremarkable rockpile by the shore, steadily filming the rising sun over the watery horizon, Jae-Seong sat lotus style in the sand, scribbling away in a pocket-sized notebook the things he wanted to incorporate into the documentary. He'd decided on a few...[i]changes[/i] to his original direction of simply capturing the facts. With the crew's newfound predicament, he wanted to make things a little more [i]personal[/i]. He wanted to borrow from various reality shows, and the main thing he wanted to incorporate was having regular interviews with the other survivors. A means to get a glimpse into the minds of the crew members and understand their feelings towards their...[i]situation[/i]... He was busy writing up the first questions he planned to ask whoever was willing to participate, occasionally pulling from a bag of trail mix he'd snatched. He would have liked some coffee as well in that moment, but the mixture of nuts and berries was enough to give him the little bit of energy he needed to write. Besides, he was very particular about his coffee, and he already knew from the previous day that the instant crap they had available was, in his mind, inconsumable.