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Oz came to a slow jog as he reached the beach. Gently sliding his headphones to rest around his neck, he sat down with a large sigh on the soft sand, tilting his head back and rolling his shoulders to loosen up. He took a quick swig from his bottle of water and wiped his mouth of excess.

The young teenager had gone almost un-noticed by the bulky rugby player. He heaved himself up, groaning a little with muscle ache. He'd been on the Island for a few weeks now, and had met some of the stranger inhabitants.

"Hi there," he walked over to Doe, keeping a respectfucl distance so as not to startle the youngster nor offend her with his sweaty smell.

Jemma had decided it would be nice to walk along the beach and or maybe just sit and watch the waves hit the shore. Not like she would be able to swim in that rough water like she was able to back home. She found her hairband and using it she put her hair back up in it's unmistakable ponytail, it seemed she was always wearing her hair up like this.

When she finally reached the beach she kicked off her shoes and let the sand run through her toes, it felt good to feel this again. She hadn't been on a beach since she had come to this island. She picked her shoes up and walked down the beach rolling her jeans up, before she started.

It wasn't long before she saw the younger teen, and another victim of the Doctor, she had also noticed Oz was over there too. He looked like he had been working out before he stopped in his tracks. She had wanted to be alone today, but it had been awhile since she had seen anyone else. She had been keeping to herself since she'd been here, she sighed and decided go and try and talk to them. Walking over to the two Jemma spoke up as she cleared her throat and quietly said, "Umm....hello...."

The teenager nodded, grasping his hand lightly, "Hi Oz. You're the first person I've met here."

Doe undid the pale ribbon at the end of her braid and began re-braiding her long chestnut locks. The sea breeze blew at the ribbon on her lap, as if trying to pull it away and play with it.

At Oz's question, she winced slightly, "That? Um...well, it's just my journal. In case I suddenly forget stuff." she said the second sentence in a rush, she was a little embarassed at her hereditary memory loss thing, that was why some of her classmates teased her with that "Dory" nickname.

As Oz waved to someone behind her, Doe turned with curiosity and the ribbon flew out of her lap as she spotted the blond.

He had to be careful with his grip on the petite teenager's hand. A hearty, manly handshake could really hurt a girls hand. He did his best to lightly return the shake.

"I'm sure you'll fit in soon enough. Most of the people are generally nice," he smiled at the teenager. "I don't think you're the only teenager here either. You don't wanna be stuck with an old fart like me."

Oz chuckled, taking another swig of his water bottle. He made an instinctive grab for the ribbon as it flew from Doe's light grasp and just caught it by his little finger.

"There you go..."

He turned to Jemma. Another teenager.

"Pleasure to meet you Jemma. Not seen you much on the Isle. I'm Oz."

Smiling abit more, this wasn't too hard Jemma was thinking to herself, and then Oz mentioned about not seeing her around. She looked over at him again, "I kinda keep to myself pretty much...this is the first time I've been out of my duplex since getting here....."

She sat down close to Doe, getting off her sandy bare feet she wiggled her toes to get some of the sand out of them. She had been looking at him during this time, "I think I've been here almost as long as you, because I had seen you walking through or running through the streets from my window."

She then turned to Doe, "I haven't seen you till today though so I'm guessing your pretty new..." all of this had been said in a quiet shy voice but at least she was talking to them.

"Yup, I've just got here," Doe tied the ribbon at the end of her braid, answering Jemma's question.

Doe stared curiously at Oz, "But you look like you're twenty plus...you can't be turning old that fast." Frowning slightly, she spoke, "So...when does school start?" She had left the orphanage with interest that she would be studying at an international school due to her good grades.

Oz went suddenly sober and quiet, that cheerful smile dropping from his face faster than a bear drops a bee-hive. The compliments had been taken in, but he couldn't bring himself to respond to them yet.

So, Jemma knew that the Island wasn't all it was made out to be. But what else did she know?

Oz took a swig of his water to just avoid speaking for a moment, trying to think about what to do. It wasn't really his place to inform young Doe of her fate, but maybe he was better than having one of the rotten lab staff tell her. Or worse, if she found out herself.

The bulky man shot Jemma a pleading glance, as if asking not to say anymore on the subject just yet...