Kate picked up a trail of broken branches that she followed to the base of the mountain. Looking up, she saw a man in what appeared to be the remnants of a nice suit. One sleeve had been ripped off the jacket, but she knew planes crashing had odd effects on clothing. She had lost her shoes and her skirt in the ordeal. Not talking loud had become her habit, first because she was afraid of what might answer her and then because there had been little reason to do so. Now, she projected her voice. Sneaking up on someone in this situation might have disastrous effects.<br/><br/>"Hey, Mister!" Kate called, standing in the open away from the trees. She knew she looked like a wild woman. Her brown curly hair had matted so badly that she just kept the strands twisted in dread locks. The tropical sun had bleached it out to blonde in places . Her skin was brown mostly all over,, except for her nose that stayed burned all the time. She wore a bikini,there were always an abundance of them in the crash luggage she would find, and a short sarong and her feet were bare. The bones from her hips and collar bones were prominent as were her ribs. Any embarrassment she might have over her appearance disappeared as she realized she was alive, a survivor. Her chin came up defiantly.<br/><br/>"Hey, Mister," Kate called again, waving at him. "Welcome to the island." Well, she thought, I can cry and moan about it or I can set the tone of acceptance about it. It would be nice to have someone to talk to and maybe place chess with.<br/><br/>"Over here," she called again, as he looked around at her voice.