"[color=fdc68a]I see.[/color]"

	The black-haired man on a wheelchair turned towards the loud redhead talking to the young man. Bah, he has no interest in cooperating with people. It's just going to be an annoyance. He expects nothing of this lot.

	His head turned to the beach for some kind of distraction. Nothing on there. Any trees nearby that he could climb? Someone has to map out this island and look for notable spots. That redhead's quite tall for a woman. This other woman's orange tattered dress is distracting. He tried to grab the dress but she reflexively reacted, and he whispered "[color=fdc68a]I just want to see what it's made of.[/color]" Where has he seen this material? It's some kind of linen but it reflects light like silk... Wait a minute.

	He snickered. "[color=fdc68a]Hey, kid, I think I know whose dress this is. Oh, she's going to be mad.[/color]" He scanned the area. "[color=fdc68a]Is she still berating the widow?[/color]"