After Rus gave him what seemed like permission, Hyatt kicked the open door open further, and snickered as he shuffled in. He was soaking wet, and smelled of the salty sea breeze. Hyatt was a tall rokea, about an inch taller than Rus. He had a few freckles that dotted his sharp nose and cheeks, as well as twin green eyes that sparkled like a cat's. Dark, matted, and drenched hair clung to his face and neck. He wasn't as muscular as Rus, but still managed to make Ferris look like a seahorse in comparison. 

Lips pulled into a frown, he sighed, stopping just a few feet away from the merman and his captor. "You..." He pointed roughly to Ferris. Rokea could care less for etiquette, and Hyatt was no exception. "This... you're..." He glared angrily, seemingly unsure on what to do. Suddenly, he jerked Rus' shoulder. 

"Man, what're you thinkin'?" He hissed in a similar dialect to Rus. "He... This can't be any good."