He gives a weak, hacking laugh. "I doubt you could eat me, but I haven't had anything to drink in a week. I'm Kronos, but you can call me Phazer. And what would "anything" be? Breathing? Drinking?" He looks around the camp and gives a low whistle. "You people are efficient, I'll give you that much." He looks up, and half whispers, "As for what I want?" He grins. "Survival, and a good fight every now and then." He takes the water bottle and drains it in a gulp. "Ahh, that was nice." He looks at her curiously. "What are you? You look like one of those D&D monsters. Serpentine? Serpentblood? What were they called?"