[h1][b]Rafael[/b][/h1]

Rafael turned his dimly glowing eye towards Mable as she seemed to give him an order. "Let someone else get their hands dirty. It'll be a good learning experience on how to skin, debone, and gut something." He said, he obviously had experience in it. Especially with the 'tools' he had at his disposal. Although he doubted anyone paid much attention to his body shifting and molding to fit what he needed when he needed it. Hell even the people back in his world barely paid attention, more intend on filling him with bullets or fleeing in terror.

Rolling his shoulders a bit he plopped down on the grass. The plague-man seemed to be havi9ng a break down at the revelations of the absence of a plague. It was probably his entire existence to fight it and here they are plagueless. "Settle down and save the meltdown for a fight. Better to put all that emotion into combat than a conversation." He said while playing with the grass. It was still weird touching it, experiencing something he hadn't for so long.

While he toyed with the plant life the others were introducing, reintroducing, and telling the rest their objectives. A clone, which was just barely legal in his time, a soldier of some sort, and the rest. The one who called for the meeting shot the ground near the reptile who was mowing down on a whole linebacker. "Thought reptiles had a stupidly slow metabolism. When was the last time you ate?" He questioned while using the tips of his fingers to pluck the grass and make little grass mounds.