"They're not bad." Thank you, says the tone, before the subtext drops out. "If you can avoid their pincers."

It would be nice, part of him thinks, to sit back, collect and boil crabs - maybe some chili if there is any. But from what he's seen so far, the food, while existent, is on the milder side. Simpler.

The rest of him is a bit concerned with the silence. With the lack of a voice demanding they find the biggest crab there is, with the lack of smoke in the air.

"I take it you've noticed we appear to be alone here."