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Given that she was not being hauled away, it seemed that Jordan was correct. "Huh. I think it's more like I can do it 50% of the time. I think it depend- oh."

She got an evil grin. "Want to see him turn into a giant tomato?"

Candace couldn't help but smile as Gale squeezed her fingers, turning her head enough to leave a light kiss against his temple. Her little Gale. He was strong, she knew it first hand, but she had to protect him...she just had to. She couldn't lose anymore people she cared about. Him, Jerry, Harrison, all of the Mists..she was going to have to keep a very close eye on all of them. Now she was very glad she got her hands on a communication device.

While Gale looked upon the crowd of people, Candace simply tried to get some shut eye before they moved on. She had a feeling they wouldn't have much time for rest soon. "You realize the moment we're somewhere not a friggin' sauna I'm hugging the s**t out of you, right?" Candace said quietly, sounding completely serious in her threat.

"Wha - agh." Jordan could feel himself turning bright red. "Agh, stop that, don't really need illustrative - agh."

Rep was still glaring, torn between furious and flustered the whole time the two of them talked. And he was sure it was about him. Dead sure it was about him. He started to get paranoid, seriously paranoid and was tempted to go over and do a bit of yelling to feel better.

Then Clerise had to go do the hand gesture.

He went utterly beet red. And facepalmed as Jordan did the exact same.

"Break her fingers off or something, /anything/."

"It's... it's j-just one eye! I'll ah... I'll be fine!" Jerry's smile was twitching around the edges, "M-maybe if... someone has some tape?" As he stooped to try to at least pocket the broken shards, he realized how stupid that idea was. He'd be fine. Deep breaths.

In his head, Roar sighed. You gotcher seeing eye Howler, dude. Just chill out. We aren't dead yet, and we won't be any time soon as long as I'm on board. Deep breaths, shrimp. If he could have given the skinny man an encouraging punch, he would have.

"We're all a mess, huh? Ahahahahaha...." Their camp didn't seem as... thoroughly equipped as the Arctic one had been. Mindful of what was left of his glasses, he pulled his sweater vest off, tucking it into his belt and undid his top few buttons of his shirt.

He was definitely defrosting.

"I don't have a ******** ounce of sympathy for you!" Rep snorted, though not cruelly, glaring over at at Clerise for her wave before looking scoldingly back to Jordan. "Its your own bloody fault for encouraging her." Misery loved company, especially Rep's misery though, so the fact Jordan likewise was flustered by Clerise gave him a good part of his confidence right back, sweeping aside the previous paranoia.

The fact he'd relaxed back to smirking again rather than mortified glaring was also probably a good sign. "She's a nightmare, but she's also one of the more tolerable birds on the island, so it all balances out."

Despite the feigned confidence, it was still pretty apparent he was edgy at all the people around and so many embarrassing encounters in such a small span of time. He kept glancing around nervously. The fact it was a jungle wasn't helping at all either, snakes and bugs and potentially scandalous embarrassment, not a good ******** combo.

"There are no safe subjects," Jordan said. "Even if I talked about something completely innocent, suddenly it would somehow transform into something horrendously embarrassing again. I don't know." He smirked back amiably. "She's good to talk to, though."

He was somewhat more relaxed for having had a chance to just talk, but the jungle made him nervous as well. "From sub-zero to boiling," he complained. "Isn't there a camp somewhere with temperate weather?"