With Giulia and Kim-Ly going to check on the newcomer, Alejandro and Asta were left alone, and while the physically and emotionally exhausted man was resting there, it seemed that Asta was deep in thought, as she was remembering or worried about something, disgusted even. Whatever that was it didn't last, as she knelt close to him, pulling his suitcase and others within reach closer. Alejandro thought about how cute she was when smiling, but how her true industrious self shone through while busy. Aware of how inappropriate the path of his line of thought could become, Alejandro regretfully abandoned it, as Asta started to make gestures. "Quieres que abra las maletas y apile los contenidos dependiendo de lo que haya" he talked slowly, repeating her gestures. "Y mientras tanto vas a ir al océano a por más maletas" he continued, as she pointed to the wet suitcase and the ocean. "Lo entiendo" he nodded, putting his hand over the one she had on his shoulder, reassuring her and hoping his guess about what Asta wanted to convey was right. Seeing her concerned about him was endearing, but also he regretted not being better so that girl didn't have to worry so much.<br/><br/>Alejandro looked at her baffled, seeing Asta voice his name, then shout hers, spinning around and running in place. There he was completely lost, but maybe he could have understood her if he was brighter and not as mesmerized by that snowflake dancing in front of him. Alejandro held her hand as she reached for his shoulder once more, but his nodding was slower, full of doubt. What did she mean with that act? He didn't know nor had he time to think about it, as Asta removed her shirt again, leaning in to hand it to him, returning to the water once more. How many seconds was he looking at her backside without moving an inch was anyone's guess, only managing to react when she started recovering luggage once again. Carefully folding her shirt, Alejandro left it in his suitcase away from the sand, her body warmth still soaking the fabric.<br/><br/>He started what he thought it was Asta's bidding, opening suitcases left and right, classifying the contents by type and piling them on the suitcases themselves. It was, obviously, mostly clothing, so he separated it more by size than gender, as it didn't matter much how it looked as long as it was fitting. There were several toilet kits as well, so he thought that the toothbrushes would get used, and not so sure about the rest. He certainly felt ill equipped for survival, accustomed to the most comfortable of lives. The unpacking was going smoothly, even if he couldn't help but get distracted by Asta splashing around, luckily far enough as to be blurry. Gorgeous Giulia had joined them, so different one from the other and yet both of them terribly enticing on the waves. No, it was wrong, they had just crashed, maybe it was the shock that made him think of that, wanting to seek relief. It was true that sharing that moment with Asta had helped him, making so he couldn't help but stare. She was starting to get redder and redder, and it wasn't just for the exercise. Alejandro set apart a bottle of sunscreen, and would make sure Asta got a layer of it on her as soon as she stopped going into the water over and over again.