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Chubbs blinked and lookeddown at her. A knife? what kind and it was bloody? It was pretty smart of the young girl to think of that and he nodded, if they could take it ti the labs, it'd be a good idea, and maybe he wouldn't look like the bad guy.

" Okay, do you remember where it was exactly? We'll try to get it, but do ya mind once we get it that I ah... go wash off and grab some clothes?"

Chubbs made his way through the trees and bushes and tried to remember the name that Amaya had told him. He thought it sounded like a familiar name, but he guessed it was just probably the dinosaur.

" Rex, hmm I guess you can point it out to me when we are there."

Her question maded him raise a brow down at her, was it him that only saw Zach's beastial side? He shouldn't have been so rough on the guy, Chubbs knew all to well the difficulty of staying in control.

" I think I scared him off hun, he's gone, sorry, juset.... he was chasing you and... I didn't want to see you get hurt."

Chubbs nodded and looked at her, as he slowly placed her down feet first onto the ground. He liked to carry people, it made him feel strong and helpful, and it was a good feeling.

" I didn't mind hun, but okay"

He still offered to take her hand in his as he walked towards the village and the duplexes, hopefully that knife was still there, and the person that used it hadn't stolen it already.

Chert slogged through the jungle, grumbling at the dense vegetation, the pesistent insects, and his general lack of a clue. In what brief flash of stupidity had he decided to search out anyone in this place, let alone someone who had good reason to stay out of sight? He was just about to reverse his direction and head back to the duplexes when the faint scent of woodsmoke caught his attention. I'll be damned, Chert thought wryly. It might not be the person he was looking for, but it was someone.

Without a sensitive nose or heightened hearing, finding the spot turned out to be a trick, but Chert found it after a little wandering about. His approach wouldn't have been particularly silent as he approached the glimmer of the small fire- hiking boots left something to be desired in the stealth department.

James' voice rang through the greenery, as resonant and deep as funeral bells (Hopefully not mine, Chert thought). He called out his name in response, although it occured to him that the simple words probably didn't mean much at all to a complete stranger. The biologist's stocky frame came into view a few seconds behind his voice.

"Nothing in particular," he said, turquoise eyes silently assessing the larger man. A memory from what felt like a lifetime ago twisted in his gut and turned his stare steely. The helicopter pilot! When he spoke again, Chert's voice was dark with ill-restrained hostility. "Kind of a shitty place for a camping trip, isn't it?"

Chert glared at the eggs, then at James. "No," he growled, wondering if the offering was some kind of joke. His stomach gurgled in protest at the decision- in all the excitement, Chert had quite forgotten to eat- but his pride wouldn't allow him to take a thing from the man that had flown him to this miserable hellhole. "What're you doing out here?" he asked flatly, responding the James' bluntness in kind.

"It's all personal, these days," Chert said with a faint grimace. "I'm looking for someone."