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"Thanks." Sighing, he let his hand fall, and nodded. "In the jungle, but that's about as specific as I can give you. I don't think it's safe t' stay in one place for too long at a time. I'll try an' find somewhere secure where you can contact me, keep me updated." Pausing briefly, he glanced up to the gorilla man and summoned back a grin. "But I've doubt they've done much of anythin' to her. Emelyn hadn't done anythin' to get on the bad side of the labs before this, so they'll probably just warn her an' let her go."

He gave the trees another quick glance, then straightened up a bit and stretched out his arms. "I don't know what to do with myself now that I'm free. Thought about tryin' to leave the island, decided they'd shoot me on sight if I arrived anywhere else."

Thom's confidence in Emelyn's safety was mostly false. After all, he had been locked in his duplex for days on end just for pestering Zach a bit. But maybe they would go easy on Emelyn... The poor girl had been through enough already, he was sure. He probably should have asked someone else to do it. But someone had removed Jamal's chip and gotten away with it, right? Who was it, and what had happened to them?

"Even if we could get back without getting locked in a zoo, we couldn't go back to our old lives. I couldn't, anyway," he shrugged, shooting a glare down at the stub-of-a-leg that remained. "Hate th' labs. But if I can't leave, th' least I can do is try an' keep them from bringin' in more people, right? Newt's makin' weapons," he added suddenly, deciding he could trust Oz with the information, and grinned. "The labs can only 'ave so many guards here."

"Weapons," he affirmed smugly, and nodded. "Newt's brighter than he lets on. Irritatin' as all hell with that stammer, but he tries to control it...if you remind him six or seven times a minute." He rolled his eyes, all but getting a headache at the very thought. Newt was helpful, Newt was useful to have around, but Thom would've sooner spent an entire evening chatting with Zach than ten minutes around the frog man.

"Course not," Thom scoffed, shaking his head. "That would be suicide. Or as close to it as th' labs'll let us. They probably don't even use bullets." He paused briefly to regather his thoughts, then shrugged and continued.

"Guerilla warfare, I suppose. Fight 'em from th' jungle. Keep 'em distracted with little spats 'ere an' there while workin' on somethin' bigger. There are over seventy people changin' on this island, Oz... If we wanted to, we could cause some damage, especially if we could find a way to get into th' labs themselves."

"I may take you up on that," he agreed with a laugh, taking the comment much more in stride than Oz seemed to be. Thom had long ago accepted and, indeed, embraced the idea of killing...as many guards as he could in the time he was free, along with, possibly, a few of the less-liked islanders. But he, unlike Oz, had attempted to kill before, and perhaps those unsuccessful attempts were why he was so eager now.

Thom was pulled from his murderous thought, however, by the gorilla man's final words, and glanced up with a look of disbelief for Oz. He eyed the other man uncertainly, as if expecting a hoax, but quickly decided he would lie about such a thing and grinned. "Do you really? How? Where?"

The description sounded vaguely familiar; perhaps Thom had seen him in passing. The name, however, evaded him, and he opted to deny all knowledge. "Can't say I've met him, no," he admitted, shaking his head.

He waited with growing curiosity for the entrance to be revealed, but, once it was, frowned faintly, raising a scaled brow to peer skeptically up at the gorilla man. "Tunnel into the labs. How, pray tell? I can't see 'ow you'd manage to hide a tunnel from them for long."

"I'm not sure I've met him either," Thom countered with a sigh, in a breath discarding the idea. He slouched back against the tree, careful of the bandage on his neck, and shook his head.

"Dunno, mate. Even if you managed to find somewhere free of cameras to dig, they'd wonder why th' three of you were frequentin' th' same area day and again. An' even if you get past th' gate, you still have to find a way in th' labs itself." He grimaced, eyes turning in the general direction of the labs, though there was nothing to see save for trees from where they were. "But keep me updated. Who knows? You may get lucky, an' we can get in t' do some damage."