We had only landed on earth a day or so ago, most of us having taken off our wristbands and began building the camp.

I’m doing my usual rounds, making sure everybody is doing their job to help out, when my eyes land on you, stood further away than anybody else.

I approach you, seeing the tree you’re observing oddly.

“Hey, the hell are you doing?” I growl lowly in my usual intimidating stance, but of course, it was you. My tone is almost unnoticeably softer, but still there.