Karter is on the deck, leaning on the edge of one side of the boat, casually looking over at the city they will be arriving at. The woman's scream catches his attention, and he looks over to the source of the sound.

"Sounds like a lovely hour to arrive here." He mumbles to himself sarcastically.

Karter decides to wander down into the lodge. He wasn't hungry, just bored. He goes down and looks around a bit, just to see who is there. Nobody looks familiar at first glance, and so he randomly picks a table to sit at, preferably one where he wouldn't bother anyone, before unseromiasly plopping himself down there. If there is anyone at the table he has chosen, he looks over at them. He'd do so confidently if he wasn't half-asleep.

 "You hear that screech from the town from a second ago?" He said to whoever he is sat next to. "What do you think that's about?"

Actually, he said that even if there is nobody at his table. He's half asleep, whoever is he saw might have been a person or a trick of the light. Hopefully the former, since the latter would be darn embarrassing.