[@Remuri]

Despite the intense quarrels at the beginning, It seemed most survivors had acknowledged the necessity of cooperative will and began to do their parts. The black-haired traveler was the first to act responsively to the plan, responding to the quartermaster's inquiry by slashing down the trees using his dextrous swordsmanship. It was quite an amazing display, and most importantly had provided them with the beams and supports they needed to construct the shelter. 

[@A5G]

As the quartermaster and the other sailors started to work on their humble lodging, Sonia was approached by a teenager dressed in orange. [color=#38b000][b]"I'll go with you. I'm in better shape than most of everyone here."[/b][/color]

Sonia turned to her with one of her generic smiles. At a first glance, her physical stature did not look quite worthy of her own assertion. But being this close, Sonia's intuition as a hunter told her there was something more than meets the eye with this girl. And it was a sinister one just by looking at her eyes. [i]Utterly and completely out of her marbles[/i], yet it was still the eyes of a predator. And one that does not discriminate between friends and enemies. 

[i][b]What are you and what do you want?[/b][/i] Any experienced hunter worthy of the name would have asked that in a heartbeat, or just pelt the creature with arrows or bolts already. But now the situation calls for a more diplomatic approach, and being a freak herself (why with those eyes and horns!) suddenly Sonia felt she was too exaggerating, and...rude. 

Extending her hand to offer a handshake, that was more than just a first step to a civilized introduction, but was also an act to redeem herself after making unspoken yet crass assumptions.  

[color=a187be]"Nice to meet you. Let's take care of each other from now on!" [/color]