"I see you are finished with your swim.." Desmond's voice would come back from behind her as he walked back to the camp holding up a lot of wooden branches in his hands. "the shirt sure don't seem like your size.." he put the wood near the ashes from the last fire and then settled down on the sand. A little grimace on his face from the pain that shoot up his legs as he sat down.<br/>"I am Desmond by the way as you already know..what's your name?.." he said as he started trying to make some fire traditional early man style by rubbing stones together and trying to light up the leaves he had put underneath the wood.<br/>"early man used to do it....so can we.." he exclaimed with joy as soon he noticed smoke coming out of those leaves. " that shirt is surely not your size...you didn't steal it from somewhere did ya...cause if ya did i might have to take you in custody.." he said jokingly.