Jim found his wide-ranging experience to be curiously helpful.  His botany half-degree at least allowed him to determine which plants were edible.  His chemical engineering allowed him to devise a simple test to see if the water from the stream they found down the beach was contaminated.  His work in anthropology allowed him to help devise spears for fishing (and possibly protection), and gave him ideas on how to create some shelter.<br/><br/>As the sun drew lower in the sky, it appeared that the survivors would have their basic needs taken care of.  Now there was just the question of what to do with themselves.<br/><br/>Jim had been too busy helping get things organized, he hadn't had time to get nervous around the women of the party.  Now that they were starting a fire, and things were relaxing, he had time for two things: to wonder what had happened to some of the survivors, gone missing in the forest, and to realize how close he was sitting to some of the other female survivors...<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, turning to a woman near him.  "So, uh," he stammered, "where you from?"