Alejandro's heartfelt tears vanished, the intimate moment brightening with the melody of laugh as he enjoyed Asta's introduction of herself and the others. Once again he tried to not focus too much on the physical affection and gestures Asta seemed to use, setting his mind instead on meeting her clear eyes. "Asta" he voiced, a beautiful sounding name with an interesting Spanish meaning that funnily enough reflected part of how strong and fierce the girl could be. "Kim-Ly" he repeated, unsure of the precise origin of the active woman, her form making him sloppy and sedentary. He looked to the curvy one, wondering what would be the name of the Italian woman that woke him up. "Giulia" he said, it wasn't easy to pronounce but he could work with it.<br/><br/>It was Giulia who seemed to notice something, a high pitched sound that didn't belong in nature. In his exhausted state Alejandro couldn't be sure if he had indeed hear it or was just his headache playing games, so he waited in silence. He couldn't see the origin of it from where he was sitting on the sand, feeling a bit bad for not being able to do his part. If it wasn't for these women, he would probably be already dead or dying on the sand, a thought that made him feel grateful instead of embarrassed, and eager to do his part as soon as he was able. Seeing Kim-Ly wave, it seemed that the bunch had another survivor, and Alejandro wondered what kind of person could he be.