Alexander saw Penelope seated in outside here home. The girl had helped try to nurse his sister through the fever that had taken her. Though they had been unsuccessful, the young woman had made his sister's passing much more comfortable and for that he would always be grateful. He knew she wasn't a hunter like most of their tribe, or even much a fisher like Mikauri. He was also of the opinion that vegetables from a garden were good for nutrition, but Penelope needed something more substantial in her diet or she might disappear completely.<br/><br/>Gingerly he reached into the live crab basket and plucked a handful of the choicest crustaceans out into a smaller container and carried them over to Penelope while Baxter took his shark to the butchering zone where he gave Connor a nod of respect before beginning work on his own catch. Killing a boar was dangerous work. Arguably more so than killing a shark.<br/><br/>When Alexander reached Penelope's hut he offered her the grass basket of crabs with a smile. "Afternoon Penelope." He got a glance inside to the bloodstained cloth and medical instruments and salves still on her table. "Whats the butchers bill like today? Anything I can help with?" He wasn't half the medic Penelope was, but he was a deft hand with stitches and knew the plants that could be turned into a variety of medicines.