As they moved along the terrain toward the tribal village Jack listened with intent as Maia spoke about not being a part of the tribe, something he understood very well, and then let Vass take over the conversation. He didn't feel her gaze was warranted, nor the deep sigh she had let out clearly with some frustration likely at Jack himself. He decided it best to not say anything presently primarily because he still wanted her help and the idea of pissing her off any more than she already was didn't sound like a benefit to him. Of course to say she was pissed might have been an understatement, but frustrated he could definitely get away with assuming.<br/><br/>As they made their way to where buildings were Vass split off, "See you soon white man," he said with a smile and soon Jack followed Maia to her place and he placed his things in a corner of the break room where Maia had been staying. Given the nature of the work he had been told he would be doing Jack kept his sword on him and took his pocket knife with him as well. Other than that he grabbed his camelback of water and separated it from the backpack before heading out. "Thank you Maia, I will see you around dinner time."<br/><br/>In Jack's stomach terms it was practically dinner time, he had been close to making a fire, but he understood that things were not going to work according to his personal timeline, but rather that of the tribe. The Table was a fascinating place overall, and he was impressed with the way the Native Americans had been able to survive by resorting to ways he figured had died out. Of course the fact that he had survived a cross country trip was a testament to his resilience as well, and not to mention a stroke of luck here and there. The tribes in the great plains were definitely not this well organized, for he was certain he would have come across some had they been better prepared or just simply prepared at all.<br/><br/>Once outside he found Mohigan toting some nets and followed him to an old restaurant that was used for cleaning fish. An old pump was used to pump out water for cleaning the parts after the fish had been gutted. As he had been instructed the skin was to stay on, and then he was to lay them skin side down, fillet side up, on racks. There was some help present, but most of them did not speak English, and it appeared that the tribe was resorting back to their old languages. Jack simply shook his head at this, "part of the problem in the first place," he muttered under his breath, unaware that there was anyone behind him.<br/><br/>"Part of what problem?" A deep voice asked from behind, it belonged to a much larger, both in height and width, male who had crossed arms and did not look too pleased at all.<br/><br/>"Oh, nothing, just talking to myself, old memories," Jack stuttered after turning around. He covered his tracks, and luckily had not had too much of the conversation that was in his head out loud. In all he gutted, cleaned, and prepared about 25 fish, mainly Sea Bass that had drifted in to the inlet, a few smaller sturgeon, and then a few salmon. Overall it was a nice variety and he was relatively impressed.<br/><br/>"Vass want to see you outside white man, go now," the voice responded back after inspecting most of his cleaned fish.<br/><br/>There was little time for Jack to prepare for heading outside, but he made sure to clean his hands with some leftover hand sanitizer they had lying around, as much as he had despised the stuff a year ago it had proven a vital asset in the present time. There were a few repairs that the village needed, the issue was Jack was a not a man who knew much in the ways of fixing things, so in the end he helped out where he could, but he provided no extra knowledge to the tribesmen who were working on fixing holes, repairing pipes, and things of that nature. He dealt primarily with electronics, and that skillset was now as useless as a wet fart.<br/><br/>In due time the adventure in helping was over, and darkness had set over the small town. He followed the crowd to where the large supper was being served and it was there that he hoped once more to find Maia. He wanted to discuss strategy, what he had done in terms of travel patterns, and what she viewed as the best path to travel.