Alejandro wanted to hold Asta, protect her from the sun and anything that could happen to them in that wild place, but not only he wasn't in a position to do so, she also was fine under Giulia's attention. If they weren't so close in apparent age and so different looking, Alejandro would say that the Italian woman looked almost motherly, lovingly tending to the younger girl. Even then, he wanted to see what was wrong with the newcomer, what was going on with his strange attitude.<br/><br/>His blue eyes darted from survivor to survivor, making sure he had their attention, something that he sure had, as Alejandro looked back at him trying to decipher what he meant. He mimicked a mouth then shook his head, sure, they didn't understand him, but that was hardly a surprise as things were going. And then he pointed to his ears, well, of course he didn't understand them, where was he going with it? Alejandro didn't quite get what he meant until he started with a different set of gestures with his hands.<br/><br/>"Ay la hostia" he groaned, nodding in understanding. The tattooed man was deaf, so his introduction had been useless. Of course, even if he knew their names he wouldn't be able to properly voice them, or so he thought, but still knowing them would put a name to the faces and make them bond easier. Taking a small stick that was around, Alejandro knelt on the sand, although a sting of pain made him sit down instead. Had he been reckless by standing up too soon? It didn't matter now, he wasn't going to do it again. Using the stick on the sand, he drew the names of the group, paired with arrows pointing at their current position. Maybe he had wrote some of them wrong, but they were free to correct his spelling.<br/><br/>With that out of the way, Alejandro leaned to his things, picking up Asta's shirt that he folded when she gave it to him and extended it towards its owner and Giulia, feeling odd at the thought of the tattooed man seeing her naked.