Roga has no idea who these people are.  The people who he'd talked to were back in the city, and he'd tried to stay out of the way of everyone on the ship.  Despite his own bad experiences, he had no intention of being marooned.  Of course, now everyone was marooned, so he'd probably just get eaten.  He looked over at the wetlands further in for a moment, but quickly turned back.  He had no idea how many of these refugees had useful skills, and he wasn't going to let them die.  'Besides,' he thought out of habit, 'this could be the one.'<br/><br/>He walks up to the non-hugger and smiled.  "Good afternoon," he says.  "My name is Roga Jain and that woman over there is Caitlyn."  He pointed her out.  "Who should we report to?"