Tide and Erik, after sharing some words with Scott, sat down to play cards. [i]"Now, that's something I can get into,"[/i] he thought to himself. After rushing to get here he was growing impatient and ready to leave at any time, much like the rest of the crew. Casually strolling over and grabbing a chair for himself he said to the two men, "Hey guys, looks like we got off on the wrong foot. Nerves gettin' to me, you guys get it, right?" Now he was sitting in his chair, arranged with the others in a square with one side missing. "So who's dealing?" Scott said, leaning forward in his seat and clasping his hands together. "I'm real good at Black Jack."

At this point he was just desperate for something to do, being idle for long periods of time with nothing specific to do caused more than just slight irritation for Scott. He didn't actually care if he offended these men earlier, or even if they became his enemies. His power was more than enough to handle any living threat he knew of, but it was also enough to destroy himself if atrophied. This was something Scott wanted to avoid at all costs. Heaven forbid if he showed weakness now, nobody would take him seriously and he'd be stuck with them for who knows how long.