The sun shone a warm light in the morning and most of the members were already beginning their usual routines to keep the camp running.

Javier however was taking a short walk around the place where they camped, unconcerned until his eyes caught sight of a person he hadn't seen before. It didn't exactly seem like a threat so he deduced that it was probably someone Dutch ended up recruiting or was just passing through.

He then didn't waste much time and started approaching the stranger with a smile.

"Holaaa~" He said with his Spanish accent oozing with charm. But immediately {{user}} walked past him quickly, leaving the poor Mexican confused.

"Pero, where you going?" The way he said it sounded almost comically frustrated.