Boyscout. Ha. Very funny. Cater let out a dry, singular [color=598527][b]"Ha."[/b][/color] in the direction of Biance. There was something in her voice, the way she spoke to provoke them all that shot Carter's mind back to yesteryear. Maybe he could have been a little more Like Z in terms of treatment of Biance had he not been so fucked up in the past. In a sense, he wanted that normalcy, but there was no escaping this feeling.[color=598527][b] "Maybe I can pay you to keep your clothes on."[/b][/color] He turned away from her with a ghost of a smile and devoted some attention to one of the figures he had barely registered. At least someone was taking initiative, getting a lay of the land and figuring out what was where, and where they were. 

He crouched down low and dragged his fingers across the earth below, if it could even be called that. Everything was marked with these strange lines, lining up almost perfectly with everything else. Natural or not, Carter had never seen anything like this before. Everything looked to desolate, yet to perfect and pristine like a little diorama. 

[i]Rustle.[/i]

Cartner's head snapped towards the sound and stared down the bush the seemed to move in the wind. He didn't like this. He didn't know where he was or why he was there or what else could be lurking in the unseen. He stuck a finger in his mouth, wetting it before holding it above his head. He wanted to test the winds, make sure that it was just wind before he jumped to any conclusions.