"I had a friend from Paris," Sasha said, then paused. "I have no idea where he's at now, though." He shifted in his chair a little as he changed to subject. While he was actually talking to people, he may as well try and get some useful information. 

"Have either of you ever noticed the boats that come and go from this island," He said, his voice slightly lowered. "I think they're just cargo ships, but they must have a set schedule." He didn't know why he was sharing this train of thought with two people he hardly knew, or trusted. Because it sure as hell sounded like he was planning some sort of escape. They could easily go squeal on him and get his ass burnt. Or maybe they had ideas too...