"Well, better to be spoiled for choice than with no options. I mean, after all, perhaps I would prefer to be reclaimed by the sea instead of devoured by a kraken or a jungle cat." He smirked in turn, meeting her gaze levelly. Araceli might have been small of stature but she was a woman to bear watching. Dangerous was only one of the monikers that James would attach to her, and woe to the idiot who didn't see that behind her clever words and sharp eyes.

Which meant, he rather liked her. Short, clever women seemed to be his own personal weakness.

Beyond that, she was right. Sooner or later, unless they found a way off this damned island, they were going to die by a variety of ways. Best to start working on how Not to die immediately.

He follows after her, letting his gaze slide to everything in front of him, including the trees. He's been in too many combats now when thugs dropped from the sky seemingly. He wasn't going to let his guard down now. "Perhaps we can reach an accord - you help us, we help you - we all leave here alive. That would be favorable in the Qun, right? All of us doing what we should."