Danni had perched himself, cross-legged on a barrel, in perfect view of what was taking place. A toothed grin marked his face as the others stumbled around what the man bent over Fossil was trying to do. He had figured it out, through a simple case of observation. The splint was being raised to her mouth, for goodness sakes! But really, no matter. The people on the ship had his loyalty (currently, that is), and ill-worded comments would surely have him thrown over the side. He had a knack for offending and complimenting people without even realizing, as if he had no control over his own tongue.<br/>He personally believed that his mothe- the spy should rest. He shook his head like a dog attempting to release water from his ears. It was creepy, and the half-elf likely would think him strange if she knew. Besides, his mother was not coming back.<br/>"So," the wind nymph began, "shall we have some introductions? I have all of you labelled by appearance in my head, and I would love some names to those. I'll start, if you don't mind." Danni seemed to have this need to move, going from criss-cross to his current position of letting his legs dangle free, almost as a child would. Amusing to see from a 6'0" young adult in full armour. It appeared that he might be the youngest here, judging from everyone's face. But his face, despite its youth, still had grief hidden behind the constant smile.<br/>He raised his hand to point to himself, "I am Dandelion Tamm, at your service. Please call me Danni, or I will treat you like a drooling idiot. My favourite colour is pastel green." Danni had a sudden thought. "Does anyone have spare clothes? It appears I've switched teams, and if they see me in this armour, no matter how I'm vouched for, I'm likely to be shot."