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It wasn't like there was much to do on the island for Alexander. He'd tried to occupy his time with working on some stuff around the place. For the most part it kept him busy, but talking with others around the place had made him realize he was probably not going to be seeing any airplanes in his near future. And so thats what brought the pilot into the entertainment room.

He strolled in the door, carrying his coat over one shoulder, although he'd left his glasses on, since it allowed him to look around the room without seeming like he was staring. It didn't take him long to spot Alys as she sat reading, waving a hand towards her direction as he walked further into the room.

"Good day", he says, nodding his head, smiling, although it was more to be polite than to strike up conversation, his eyes looking off towards the collection of video games. He had heard there might be some flight sim games in the collection, and at this point, even a video game airplane would be a welcome change from having no airplane to fly at all.

The glasses of Alexander's slid a bit from the bridge of his nose as he looked back, his eyes peaking over the top of the mirrored shades, as he spotted the flickering of colors upon Alys' skin and her fingers as they slowly worked at the page of her book with some difficulty. "Uh, of course, my mistake", he said slowly, removing the glasses before they fell any further.

He walked back to a coatrack in the corner, stuffing the glasses into a coat pocket, and then started to walk back, brushing his hair back just a bit. "I guess you're changing, like the others", he says, matter of factly. He strolled over towards the rack of video games, to look them over, not sure what title would peak his interest, but he'd eventually find something with some airplanes to fly, it would only be a matter of time. The emblem of his company was still blazened upon the back of his shirt, although it didn't really mean much since he'd gotten to the island.

The search through the collection turned up a few choices although his attention was diverted from the selection process back to Alys, nodding to her. "Yeah, that would probably explain a few of those limbs..." He shook his head a bit, not in disagreement but more in disbelief of the situation. It was still hard to believe, even though he'd seem some of the 'proof' walking around.

He turned a bit more, to face her, forgetting a bit about his search for a game, towards Alys, "Actually, that would assuming I hadn't already been 'stuck'." He reached back to his neck some, to rub a bit of an itch he had there, walking slowly back over to sit down not too far from Alys.

"I guess I'll find out sooner or later what they did too me. I was a real chwen to take that stupid offer for my business, but thats life. Uh, oh, how rude of me. I'm Alexander Barrett, former owner of Pan-Asia Cargo." The pilot couldn't help but offer his hand to Alys, proving that a few years of greeting customers could get to be something of a habit.

Ok, maybe Alexander should have thought about what he was doing before he'd offered Alys his hand, but it was a bit too late when he realized that the sucker cups on her hand were sticking to his hand. Its not like he had a fear of sea creatures. In fact he used to fish all the time from his plane, but there was a difference between catching an octopus and having it touch you, and a person. And here, the lines were blurring.

It was a bit reactive of him to look at his hand as the suckers came off, the small round dots on his hand making him remember days playing with plastic dart guns in his youth. In fact, it made him smile. Then he remembered the fact she had just said she used to cut open dead people for a living.

"Well, thats an interesting profession." It was just a simple fact. And he didn't want to say that it sounded morbid even if it did. "Interesting how folks end up here though. I had my business purchased... err... acquired, and me, all I had to do was continue to fly for the company and I'd be compensated. Would even get my plane back in a few years... Yeah..." He sighed at the thought. He really did miss the PBY, even if it was a problem maintaining it at times.

The pilot looked over, blinking a bit at the conversation, nodding a bit before rubbing his neck once more. "Well, I know I'm not thrilled at the idea of being stuck on this island..." He stood up, and walked over towards the window, so he could stare out at the scenery, the sky, the trees.

"I was so jazzed to be coming here. Sure I wasn't going to be with the plane I'd been using for the last 4 years, but it was a good opportunity. Getting out of debt sounded like a good plan. Business takes over, I work for them, make some cash, get a nice bonus, and I'm off flying the friendly skies, free as a bird..." Free, there was a term not many on the island seemed to use, at least not anyone he'd met yet. Maybe there was a reason.

He turned from the window, and shrugged a bit, "I almost wish I knew what was going to happen to me. Would make the waiting a bit easier to bear." He then moved back towards the game collection, realizing he would probably rather not think too hard about what might happen to him.

Even as he pulled out a few of the games from the shelf, he couldn't help but wince at that wonderful imagery provided by Alys' mind. He shook his head. "I'm not sure they've thought that would be a good idea, the latter one anyways. In fact, other than some of the folks acting well.. a bit animalistic.. they seem normal."

You know, Alexander never thought he'd ever call someone normal, especially if they had horns, or tentacles, or tails. But they were people. Or were. And one day he'd be in the same boat. No, he needed to not think about what problems he'd gotten himself into. He didn't want to worry himself to death at this point, and its not like he could just fly off for a few hours, to let the world relax while he spent time fishing.

He looked back to Alys and shook his head. "Nah, its ok. You're entitled to your opinion." The case of the game was opened and he pulled the CD out, his head turned back, checking it for scratches. "Maybe I should go fishing later... It was always relaxing to do, when I wanted to get away from the world. Or at least work for a few hours."

The pilot spun the disk on one of his fingers, before putting it back in his case, and then returning it back to its home amongst the other assorted games. He nodded a bit in agreement or just habit, "Well I guess aircraft and corpes are two different worlds. Not that I didn't enjoy the time I got to open up the engines and poke around for problems."

He looked over to Alys, and made his way back over towards the window. "Eh, the world is what you make of it. Some days the world doesn't want that to be the case." He shook his head a bit, chuckling at a thought. "Wait, you're turning into some sort of octopus, and yet you don't know how to fish? But sure, if you want, I wouldn't mind the company. I'm sure someone around here has some fishing rods we could borrow."