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Newt ribbited at hte sight of Marshall, shifting anxiously befor he puffed out his throat and straightened up slightly, trying to stand a bit to free up his hands, although his legs remained bent and ready to spring, "Ah... I c-c-could do that! If... if m-m-maybe... Mr. M-m-muh-marshall w-would like to help?" He moved to roll up the sleeves of his larger jumper that the penguin had helped him get.

Oz just smirked at Gaius' display of not hiding his intentions. He knew that tone of voice well enough, but considering he'd expected to be put to hard labour, he was quite surprised Gaius should feel the need to hint so politely. A 'get to work' command would have been just as clear for the ex-rugby star.

"Digging isn't a problem for me," he replied, almost suspiciously cheerfully and caught the shovel.

He then followed Gaius to the corner where Marshall had started and just got straight to work.

Oz was glad to see that Gaius hadn't changed again since they had last met. And maybe Gaius was glad of the reverse too, since the poor sod had been called in to help a bleeding Oz to the medical centre at his change. He was almost tempted to ask the horseman when the next change would happen...he was well aware of the approaching holiday and certainly didn't want a tail or a set of wings or claws for Christmas.

"So how have things been treating you Gaius?" he asked in idle chit-chat, the combination of hard work and unfamiliar climate already making him sweat a little.

"Er... th-thank you," Newt beamed, happy to be a part of the project. With the shovel leaning over a shoulder, he hopped towards the area in question, pausing to wait for Marshall to follow, "Th-this.. th-this is certainly impressive, isn't it?"

The pile of cut wood continued to grow. As the pile grew, Lucas tried to remember if Gaius wanted the entire pile done, or a certain number. As he became unsure, his productivity started to fall. Looking around, he saw Gaius busy and conversing with a large man, who appeared to be...grey? Figuring it would probably come back to him, he decided to take a short break. Finishing the piece he was on the dhole found a shaded area near where he was working and sat down.

Gaius wiped his brow, the work with Oz having slowed his small-talk considerably. But, on the plus, they'd made a big dent in the stage layout, getting well over half dug out. A considerable feat with the dimensions it was set at.

Waving to Oz, Gaius signaled he was going to take a short break, and set his shovel aside, near the partially-full wheelbarrow they'd been using to haul away the dirt. Noticing the pile of sawed lumber, Gaius looked around, just spotting Lucas under a tree. They still needed a good deal more done, but the guy'd done a good job for today. Flashing him a grin and a thumbs up, Gaius figured if the guy was up for it, he could help one of the others, or come back another day. This one was drawing on late anyways...

His grimy hands left a streak over his nose as he scratched at the broad surface, feeling very salty and greasy. As he was making his way over to the side of the site for a rest, Gaius caught sight of the bird-ish boy he'd met in the jungle and waved towards him. "Hullo there! What brings you to our neck of the woods?"

"Well, a little noise is to be expected. It means people are being productive!" Gaius grinned down at the guy. His chest puffed up proudly as he continued, "This is our construction site I'm managing! Considering how long we've been working, it's really making great progress!" His grin turned sly as he scanned the area and looked back at Miller. "...Bet you can't guess what we're building?"