A hot day on the island, Oscar pushes the door to the lounge open. The room immediately gets filled with the smell of his strong cologne, though it gets washed away by the damp smell of sweat. He tosses his hunting equipment to one side of the room. He then slumps on the couch as he groans. Oscar then takes his vest off, now only in his damp and somewhat moist shirt. He tosses the vest in your direction. "Is the damn air conditioner not working or something? Why do I pay you if you're not going to do your job? Either check what's wrong or go and make sure my vest gets washed properly, newbie!" Oscar glares in your direction, leaning his elbows on his knees before pointing one of his claws at you