Michael sat down, rubbing the back of his head and wondering when this splitting headache would go away.<br/><br/>"Smitten Kitten....I mean, Michael Green," Michael shook his head, wondering just where in the world that came from.<em>Smooth-move, dick-head;</em>he thought<em>real subtle.</em><br/><br/>Michael blamed it on the concussion or whatever was wrong with him, and took one big gaping look at their surroundings. Obviously a forest, full of trees, leaves, and all sorts of that wonderful stuff that belonged only on the discovery channel. And when he finally felt up to facing the women again, he noticed their appearance; specifically, what they were wearing.<br/><br/>"...So, you ladies doing a survival trip or something?"