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Becker had been sitting, glaring at his sad little excuse for a potential fire as if by doing so he's somehow set the wood ablaze. He fingers had been idly tap-tap-tapping the hide of his melon-thing unconciously. So, of course, his mind had been a million miles away from his surroundings, not counting the stick-pile, so when he heard a voice he was startled... to say the least.
His foot lashed out involunarily, scattering twigs and causing him to cuss as he hastily pulled himself to his feet to turn around, looking for the source of the voice. His heart lept for a moment, thinking perhaps he'd been rescued... But as he approached her, he saw her clothes were about as wrecked as his were, so he figured they're probably in the same situation.
Feeling slightly sour for getting his hopes up, he called back and answer from a short ways away, "Hey yourself!" then continued, almost under his breath, "And just who is she calling a kid anyway...?"

"I just..." it sounded so very lame when he spoke it out loud, so he cast his eyes to the side so he didn't have to see this strange woman laughing at him as he blurted out the rest of his explanation, "Wanted to be close to the water in case it got out of hand," he looked warily at her after a moment, "Because the last thing I needed was to get walled in by fire."
He thought that the next time he saw his uncle (if indeed he ever saw him again, part of him muttered), he was going to kick him for instilling the forest fire paranoia in him.

"Becker," he answered plainly, almost unconciously trying to straighten his posture in an effort to look more mature. He just didn't have the strength to argue about his status as a kid or not at the moment... It hadn't been the best of days, physically or for his pride. Oh, but he'd have plenty to say about it later...
"And you are?" he asked, trying to study her a bit. Did she look familiar? He wasn't sure... but she had to have been on the same cruise. It's not like ships all wrecked at once very often, unless they collided... He was sure he would have remembered another vessel... Or at least he knew he should have remembered. So, in essence, he decided they were both from the same boat.
And in the same boat.
He would have laughed at some other time at the lame pun, but the last thing he decided he needed was to look like a cackling moron when she was already looking at him like a bug.

Just what he wanted to do today... More walking. But sleeping out on the sand didn't really appeal to him, so, with little incoherent mumbles of protest he bent down and gathered his sad little pile of twigs and the melon-thing in his coat, wrapping the sturdy material around the whole shebang. He hefted it with a grunt, then picked up his full water bottle carefully, so as to slosh as little as possible, though he knew there'd have to be H2O casualties anyway from the missing bottle top. He took a swig from the bottle just because it was better to take a little water her didn't entirely need than to waste it spilling over his arm.
Then he trudged after that Megan character. Myghin, his mind irritatingly corrected him, not even allowing himself to forget long enough to show her some disrespect even mentally. He stayed within shouting range of her, lagging somewhat behind with his burden as he looked around for something himself. He'd love to find a cave. Otherwise it'd be trying to gather the damp branches to make a lean-to time, and he was already tired.

Becker lagged behind her, not in particular to be difficult, but because he was tiring and beginning to sweat. His glasses fogged and sweat dripped down the bridge of his nose, making him desperately want to scratch or at least wipe the sweat away, but he couldn't with his arms full. Thus, with the distractions mounting, he abandoned looking for anything and just followed the Myghin-girl.
Which, much to his immense relief and partial embarassment, turned out to have been a smart thing to do, because in his state of mind he never would have found the cave entrance. Heck, he would probably be sitting in the sand still.
Not that he'd admit he was doing anything stupid or lazy when he was doing that, mind you.
He heard her question just find, but he ducked to enter the cave anyway. He wasn't going anywhere without dumping the branches off, and the mellon-thing as well, since it was like carrying a bowling ball only without the weight. He released the hold on one edge of his coat once he'd gotten a few feet past the threshhold of the cave, spilling twigs to a faint, echoing clatter, then a small 'whuff-thunk' as the mellon-thing rolled out last.
"His voice was slightly nasal as he asked, panting slightly, "Oh? And just... just what are you going to do while I'm trudging around looking for rocks?" He shook out his coat to get rid of the wood-debris and to shake some life into his aching arms. He tugged off his glasses to clean off the sweat as best he could with the edge of his not-so-clean shirt and and gave her a sullen look. Or at least what he assumed was her in the darkness and the blur.
Sure, she found the cave, but I found the rest of this stuff. Why should I do all the walking?, he justified his question to himself.