Character: Dimitri, a survivor<br/>Location:Beach<br/>Currently wearing: Black boxers<br/>Tagging: Liz and Ami<br/><br/>Dimitri winces in pain slightly as the girl wraps the bandages around him, before Liz drops him that question. < . .<strong>Can we be rescued? . .I don't know. . This island -is- indeed weird. .Those typhoons weren't normal. .</strong>> He ponders for a few moments, forgetting to actually answer her. One of his bad social habits, apparently. Suddenly, however he is startled by the attractive asian looking lady girl sitting right besides him, and he flinches slightly in surprise. He shyly smiles back at her.<strong>'Nice to meet you, Ami. . .I'm Dimitri. .Yeah, Liz has been helping me a bit. .I'm glad you're fine too.</strong>He winces in pain lightly after speaking, as he had moved his foot a bit too much before he stares at the pills for a bit, as if he had just found an oasis in the desert.<strong>' . .Thanks, Ami. You're a life saver.'</strong><br/><br/>Dimitri grasps the bag and stares at it for a bit, wondering if he should take it now or later. He of course had no idea about other people in the island besides Ami and Liz. He sighs a bit at the thought of no rescue coming, before he tightly folds the zip lock bag into a small square.<strong>' . .Do you mind getting me that bag, Ami? It has my clothes in it. .' </strong>He points at a bag a few meters away from them with his right arm extended.