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He was tired. So bloody tired. He hadn't slept well since coming back from the tear. Since the alarms with the woman's voice calling hunters to the crystal caves. Since instead he found himself on a beach, watching the tentacles that rose and seemed to wave at him from the distance before dipping back below the surface. Things that shouldn't exist, but did. Things he was supposed to defend against, like some kind of protector of the human race.

Finn had, like most boys, always wanted to be a hero. It was a prospect that had excited him. But that. Those things. To think about it and to see it in person, and not even up close and personal yet, was two different things entirely. He wasn't having second thoughts by any means, it was just....

Every time he closed his eyes he could see them, stretched up, and then splashing back down....and then the woman, talking about their size. Their size. They were massive.

Given all of that, it was almost funny how he'd signed himself up for patrols, as many as he could get in fact. And he was there, bright and early, earlier then he needed to be, just watching, leaning on his lance that was stabbed into the ground, his jacket for once not tied around his waist but worn properly as it wasn't yet too hot to take it off. He was scanning the horizon for what he knew was there, for what lurked unseen beneath the depths to rise up and make it's appearance and it's presence known.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of somebody approaching, the soft scrunch of footfalls against sand, that he shifted his stance, and turned his head to see just who it was that approached, his eyes squinting.

Oh well hello there.

Raising a hand in the woman's direction in greeting, he then turned back to his study of the ocean's surface, waiting for her to approach, thinking that maybe today he would be lucky in who he got for a patrol partner. She certainly seemed fairly easy on the eyes from what he could see so far.

When he heard the steps approach to the point where they were practically on top of him, Finn turned his head enough to get a better eyeful then he had before, and let his mouth pull into a large smile, a flash of teeth, a wolf's grin that didn't come close to warming up the look in his eyes. He liked what he had seen from a distance, and he could appreciate it much, much more up close. Maybe it'd had just been too long since he'd kept private company with a woman, but he was seriously considering turning on the flirtatious charm from the get go. After all, it couldn't hurt, could it?

Except that it could hurt. He had to work with these women on a daily basis. Living in close quarters. Doing missions. This wasn't like picking up some young piece of a** in the club for a night. The entire idea of hitting on a co-worker just reeked of a messiness, and he loathed getting messy unless it was entirely necessary. Besides that, he didn't even know what type of woman she was yet, if she was his particular favored type.

So he would play it cool, and keep himself in check. For now at least. He could make no promises, not even to himself, about the future.

He didn't quite keep his eyes northward, unable to stop himself from letting his eyes flicker over her entire body before returning to her face. A very pretty face.

"Morning, though I have to agree. These days just seem to bleed in and out of each other, don't they?" His voice was cool, smooth, not insulting, but not exactly warm and inviting, either. Following her gaze back towards the water, he shrugged.

"A few ripples, a hint of something breaking the surface, but nothing too alarming yet." He squinted out towards where he'd last seen any activity.

"I'm Finn. Pretty sure we haven't met before now? I think I'd have remembered if we had." He looked towards her again, giving her another one of his smiles, his words meant to be a compliment towards her appearance.

Finn had to actually mentally warn himself to be careful here. While he had told himself he was going to behave on this island and not revert back to past habits of smooth talking until he had people right where he wanted them, this girl was really tempting him. She was perhaps one of, if not the, best looking women he'd encountered so far, and now that she was up close he was having trouble dragging his gaze away from her, too busy appreciating what he was seeing.

< If you think she is so attractive, you should court her.> Trynt snarled from the recesses of his mind, almost as though just suddenly awakening. <******** no, that would be a terrible idea. His snapped back mentally, and had to actually be careful to not have his physical face represent his thoughts, carefully continuing to smile at her in that way that he did, the one that didn't warm his eyes at all and left him looking more cold and calculating then anything.

"Not yet. I admit, I'm not exactly disappointed with that fact." He replied, finally breaking his gaze to turn and look back out towards the ocean waves.

He nodded affirmation to his name, then let his smile widen when she gave hers. Infinity? How odd. He never did understand why anybody would give their children such strange names, not that his own was terribly common. "Fini?" He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the similarity to his own name.

"So are you a trainee as well?" He kind of hoped she said no, that she was his superior so he could just get a chance to say 'I wouldn't mind working under you...'.

No. Bad. Badbadbad. Stop thinking stupid things.

Trynt just laughed at him.

Okay so this was going well so far. He hadn't said anything stupid, at least. Making friends, just like he told himself he was going to, with men, women, whoever. They were all co-workers, and he was stuck here until he died, so it was just in his best interests to get along with as many as he could.

But he was still a man, and certain urges didn't just go away, and certain thoughts didn't just flicker out because he willed it to be so. So yes, appreciating. Without touching. And hopefully without letting on in too painfully obvious ways that the was appreciating.

Aw hell.

His gaze flickered back towards her, his smile growing. "There is some company on this island I could do without, honestly." He admitted, mind wandering towards Stormy and her roommate, Nevada, and probably whoever they were closely associated with, if they decided to make his life on this island hell. "But I think I wouldn't mind keeping yours for today." Or any day, he thought, thankfully keeping it all to himself and to Trynt, who was all too amused by it all.

A lamb? He couldn't help but laugh at the comparison. "Is it obvious? Do I look that soft and fluffy? I always liked to think of myself as more of a wolf." His eyes in comparison to the way he smiled certainly gave such an impression.

"And I would not sell yourself short either, darling. You look about as lamblike as a lion is to a kitten."

Finn's grin was growing wider and wider, but again something about his eyes just didn't match, like it was impossible for his emotions to be reflected there. Often times, that could come as an advantage, but in times like these, when he wanted to appear friendly, it might just end up getting him into trouble.

"Well, I mean, so far you haven't pushed me into a wall or held a tommy gun up to my eye, so there's that." His thoughts had gone back to Nevada, and of their little confrontation in the hallway. He hadn't reported her for the assault, though he had the grounds to do so, and a witness as well. And though it probably wasn't funny at all, he barked another laugh, and then gestured to the girl to indicate that they should probably begin their round of the island to check on things, taking slow steps through the sand and continuing their conversation as he went.

Her teasing him was amusing in it's own way, and quite encouraging to Finn, who often wondered if what he said might come off the wrong way, though just as often found he didn't really care too much if it did. "Ah well you got me there, but only just a little bit. Minuscule, really." He held up an index finger and thumb, less then a millimeter apart in measurement of how much fluff he deemed himself to have inside. And with her kitten comment, he gave her another long looking over as well, eyes lingering on certain areas of her physique appreciatively.

"I believe it! And I bet they're rather sharp as well. Mind you, I'd rather see you purr."

......Oh jesus ******** christ he had told himself he wasn't going to flirt why had he done that?

Trynt continued to chortle at him and Finn mentally glowered, before coughing into his hand. "Apologies. That was uh...inappropriate. I got a bit carried away."

There, see, he could totally do this. In the meantime, he kept his gaze averted from hers and scanned the waves some more.

I'm in a lot of trouble here.

Those were the words that predominated Finn's thoughts every single time this gorgeous creature opened up her mouth to speak. He could feel all of his resolve crumbling with every flirtatious tease, and his lips quirked up into a crooked smile as he continued to try and spend more time looking around then directly at her, because that would have only made things twice as distracting.

"Can't say I've ever considered guns to be all that attractive in that context." He turned back towards her. "Whips, ropes, even chains maybe, but not guns." There was a hint of a tease in his voice, but only a hint. He wanted to see how seriously she would take his words, and what the reaction might be.

< If this is how you do not court a ghoul, then I must be very confused right now >

At the measurement she was making with his hands, he gave her a thoughtful squint. "Are you sure your mind is still on fluff, darling?" Yep, completely failing at the whole not messing around thing. Completely and utterly.

I am in so much trouble here.

< So you keep saying... >

At this point Trynt was getting used to getting completely ignored.

He let a chuckle escape him at the retort, eyes drifting once again, making himself look a lot busier then he actually was. He had never really expected patrolling to be this much fun, and his mind was now only really half on the job.

"Well then, Fini, as we've only just met and I really wouldn't mind getting to know you much better, why don't you tell me a bit more about yourself." He had a glance down and around the back of her jacket.

"You're in sun? I hear that's the most dangerous division to be a part of, but I also guess that means it'll be my duty to watch your a**."

And what a fantastic duty that would be.

"Who said anything about me getting tied up, darling?" He was quick to reply, giving her an almost predatory look combined with his smirk. And then, with a shrug of his shoulders, and because he figured if he wanted to know more about her, she might as well know a bit about him in return. "I grew up on a farm." A pause, and then he continued on with a small sigh and a shake of his head like he couldn't believe he was actually admitting any of this out loud. "And I used to compete in rodeo's. Saddle bronc, mostly. Less chance getting your teeth knocked out in that particular event. Never moved up beyond novice, though. Quit when I was about 16, actually."

And then that smile was back as he gave her a sidelong look. "So yes, I know my way around ropes, and leather, and belts, and tying things down. Useful knowledge, even after getting out of the circuit." He lifted his eyebrows a bit, because catch his meaning, Fini? Good.

And then. "........Remind me never to leave anything pointy lying around in your presence." Because impaled? No thanks. Really, he was good.

Continuing to move along while only half-assed making sure the parameters looked secure, he listened to what she had to say on the whole sun division thing almost thoughtfully. He knew that, as one in the moon division, it would primarily be his job to defend and repair those in the offensive divisions, primarily sun. Hearing her say it like that, however, almost seem to give him a deeper perspective on the matter.

He actually seemed to turn serious for a moment, his smile sliding away as he looked her steadily in the eyes. "I will do my best."

And then another grin to answer her smirk and her sassy suggestion that he would be literally watching her a** rather then figuratively. "It will be difficult, but I think I'll manage somehow. I'd say an a** like that is definitely worth saving, though." He very deliberately let his eyes flick down while leaning back and tilting his head to the side as though appreciating the view once more.

Straightening back up with a small shake of his head and yet another chuckle, he reached up to run fingers through his nearly perfectly styled hair. "Okay, so tell me more. Like how about where you're from?"