It was getting uncomfortable holding the heavy spear gun high, so Plymuth let it rest on his shoulder and he lowered his other hand to his side.

"Well, well. Aren't we just a nice happy family now." He said, then he looked to the cat creature, "Kitty eh? Well now that's an imaginative name. You can call me, Plymuth. I was guided here by some asshole, named Texan. I take it you had a run in with him? Well, we had a little disagreement and I henceforth ended our business arrangement. I am just a businessman passing through."

Plymuth's eyes moved from Kitty to Tom who seemed to be the more hostile of the two, "I take it you're the one that ran into, Texan, well hopefully you killed the bastard, since he'd probably like nothing more than to skin me alive. Was there a girl with him? She's probably not to fond of me, but don't take it the wrong way. You see, she figured that perhaps I should out of the goodness of my heart set her free, but I honour my contracts, and regardless, whether or not, Texan was an asshole he and I had an arrangement. He held up his end of the bargain and were I to have broken our deal and set the girl loose, well then by association I would be obligated to go back to the place that she came from and risk my neck to set all the other girls free." He shook his head, "I have neither the resources nor the inclination for such an undertaking so I left things as they were. So if she has a problem with me, tell her that 'life isn't a bed of roses'. Now, if the two of you have any more questions, let's have 'em, so I can get some sleep."

Kitty listened to Plymuth talk and saw the way he moved. While he had not made any threatening moves towards her or Tom, there was no doubt he was quite capable of taking care of himself. The way his muscles rippled in his arms and the way his eyes assessed her and Tom told her a great deal.

So it appeared he was an opportunist. Weren’t they all? But his accent told her he wasn’t the normal skum that usually hung around these parts. Knowing Tom took exception with the way the girl was treated, even Kitty didn’t care for it, knowing this man knew what she was subjected to didn’t set well with either Tom or Kitty. Still, Tom and Kitty understood his reasoning. This was a harsh world and it wasn’t easy to survive so one had to do what ever it was they had to do in order to make sure their own survival was first and foremost. While Kitty didn’t care for that sort of thinking, she DID understand it.

Kitty nudges Tom’s shoulder with her own and signed again knowing the wolf hybrid would interpret for her again.

not a bed of roses, true. could use less pricks, though. where from? where going? looking for something or someone? answer questions first then go back to sleep. not disturb beauty rest again

Tom said " Very well, Kitty says 'not a bed of roses, true, but could use a few less pricks, though. Where are you from? where are you going? Are youlooking for something or someone? Answer these questions first then go back to sleep. We'll not disturb beauty rest again' ........ And just so you know I think your 'associate' will have a few more pardners arriving soon. And those that hunt us are bound to pick up are trail soon, as well. So keep that all in mind while you sleep......a world of hurt may soon disturd your sleep before we do." Tom then turned to Kitty and said "Come on let Sleeping Beauty get his rest, by the looks of him he needs all the beauty rest he can get." Tom the motioned for Kitty to follow him.

Plymuth was silent for a moment. He scratched the back of his head with his gun and debated just how much he should tell these... humanoids. Studying them, it was apparent they were just wanderers but they did seem to adhere to a code and could be trusted to abide by it, so he didn't see any problem with giving then a brief synopsis of his travels.

"I'm, from a place called, or it was called Avalon far across the ocean" He began, "I arrived here, on your continent," he then purposely paused to check if they understood the terms he was using then he continued, "over a month ago. I've come down from the north. Then I was thinking I would turn west, to Tahoe. I've heard they are slowly rebuilding there, and they don't discriminate against those who can pass for human, not that it matters to me either way. Except..." he stopped for a moment considering whether or not to share what he had been experiencing, "I've been having these weird dreams and for some reason I feel that I should be heading East. Do either of you know anything about that? And as for Texan's friends, I was hoping to be outta here before they showed up, which is why I was trying to get a little shut eye. Texan didn't say much, but I got the idea that his mates were due to show up a little before sunset, of course I've been wrong before."

Needless to say, Kitty’s curiosity was rather piqued. It didn’t take a scientist to know that Plymuth had her rapt attention. Especially when he mentioned something about an Ocean followed by a dream of heading East. So did that mean he was having similar dreans about Paradise like she was? Did Tom? And Gavin? In fact, the more he talked, the more she perked up and was beginning to understand him. And what really made her curious was the fact he mentioned a place that didn’t discriminate against those who weren’t fully human. So did that mean HE wasn’t fully human? If he wasn’t, he sure could pass for it. But then again, so could Tom.

With the threat of Texan’s friends breathing down their necks and the fact they all needed rest, Kitty knew this man could be an asset to the group. He didn’t appear to be afraid of confrontation. While he preferred NOT to, he wasn’t the sort to turn tail and run either.

When Plymuth was done talking, Kitty studied him for a long moment before she tapped Tom’s shoulder and silently spoke to him.

could be good member to add to group if he agrees to leo’s rules. if not, he go on own. what you think? safety in numbers but too many numbers weigh group down if not able to keep up. like skittles. especially if goons coming for fight. need to rest before long to make sure strong for fight with slaver and others.

As Kitty signed to Tom she kept glancing at Plymuth seeing how he furrowed his brows, studying what she and Tom did. For once she was glad she didn’t need to talk and could sign everything without him understanding what they were discussing. Other than him.

While the two humanoids conversed with each another via sign language, Plymuth folded his arms against his chest and watched them. He knew how to use diver's signs, when underwater but aside from that knew absolutely nothing else about the silent language, nor did he really care to. Studying their movements, however, he was able to pick up on some of the more intuitive signs, like 'think', 'many' and 'rest', but that was it and the rest didn't make any sense to him at all.

"I like the idea of resting." Plymuth remarked, not that he was sure he even got the sign right or was using it in the right context, but all he knew was that time was ticking and he needed to catch a few winks before sundown.

While the new guests of the Oasis, debated his place among them and made plans of how to deal with the slaver, Plymuth gathered his gear and made his way to his first resting place. "I'll see ya when I see ya." he said to them and retired for the day.

The sun came down like a hammer and Plymuth struggled to awake. He forced himself up though, knowing that ugly son-of-a-bitch would be coming at night. He didn't bother to offer a bye, there seemed to some stress in the group and so he slunk away toward the setting sun leaving them behind to find their own way.

Plymuth figured they could take care of themselves, besides they were many to his one so he figured they wouldn't begrudge him his right to walk his own path. Burdened with his many supplies the strong man trudged through the dunes, the heat from the sand yielding to the fast approaching cool of night. He decided to press onward to Tahoe, the mystical place that mutants and humans alike spoke of as if it were Shangri-La. Perhaps there he would find solace, and if not a vast ocean existed beyond.