Oscar rose from his crouch, and nodded when Athena volunteered him to help her on the first watch. He slung the rifle he had pilfered from the armory back at the crash site over his shoulder and approached the mosquito net, peering outside at the redness that hung on the horizon, almost like a sun that refused to set. After a few minutes, when some of the others were trying to settle in for an uncomfortable sleep, he paced his way along the netted barrier and found Athena. Adjusting the strap on his shoulder, he said to her in a hushed tone,<br/><br/>"So, candidly, what are your thoughts on that?" He said, jabbing his thumb towards the red horizon. "Supers? Illegal tech...?" He didn't want to say magic; He personally thought that magic was a hoax, no matter how many Dr. Strange's or Thor's he had seen. A hoax, or perhaps mutant powers misinterpreted as magic.<br/><br/>Behind him, he heard a soft yawn. A male voice, could have been Talpert or the kid. For a second, he envied them. He hadn't gotten much sleep since Chile. He could fit in power naps as well as any other human, but after neglecting a good night of sleep for several nights in a row, Oscar was prepared to heavily crash for the night, and if he couldn't, sometime within the next week he would probably get violently ill. It was, unfortunately, something that had happened in the past. He had been a part of a deep sea fishing trip in 1958, sending him and a few acquaintances deep into the Mediterranean on a small yacht. They stayed out on sea for 9 days; Oscar had gotten perhaps 9 hours of sleep throughout. The trip had been planned for another week, but their boat immediately began to churn towards the closest coasts when he simply collapsed on the ninth day. Not that he planned on going that long without sleep ever again.