It was Jango's turn to drink but he nearly coughed. It really was terrible stuff. Flanigan's was not known for its high end dining and drinks. But it was a staple of the community and a modern traditional meeting place for members of the tribe whether for tribal discussions or simply a place to grab some grub after work. The crappy food gave it personality.<br/><br/>Jango began nodding as Kairi asked if she was one of the random chosen compelled to find the island but Frankie was making the opposite gesture. "My father used to be a tribal shaman. He told me about that mark. It appears on blood members of the tribe born away from the island," she said, gesturing to Kairi's birthmark on her shoulder. "At least one of your parents was from here and I... think I might know who." She was older than Jango and Kairi. She had still been a little girl at the time but she remembered the one time in recent history when a member of the tribe was banished. "Your father, I'm guessing... [insert name here]?"