Elijah was a little taken back at her open hostility.  It made him temporarily forget that he was planning on a little come-uppance.  He took a few steps away from her and stood looking down at her.<br/><br/>"Kira, is it?  Before I ask any questions, let me paint a little picture for you.  You may think you are having a rough day.  Welcome to your new life for a while.  The island you are now on is comprised of maybe a couple of square miles.  We've a lagoon and a pretty good food supply.  There are no large predators and just a few dangerous creatures.  Until earlier today, there has been a population of 4 men for the past two years.  Yes, I said two years.  Today, my good friend died..." Elijah's voice faltered for a moment and then strength returned, "and you and your friend, the doctor arrived.  I am assuming that you are not some rescuing party as I had first hoped, since we're all still stuck here.  So welcome to our home.  Hopefully, your friends and loved ones will mount a search party for you and we'll all leave soon, but I thought that about the four of us as well."<br/><br/>"Now that I have given you a quick background, let me say this.  I apologize for my earlier outburst.  I haven't seen a woman in over two years and I woke with a woman in my arms.  Add to that, my friend had just died and I was a little overwhelmed.  So, yes, I had a little Florence Nightengale Syndrome."<br/><br/>"I understand you are suitably shocked.  I remember my first few weeks after the crash.  But I will tell you this.  It was only because we worked together that we survived.  If you want to try to survive alone be my guest.  Otherwise, accept a drink and try to work things out.  I will admit, the liquor takes a little sharp still, but we've only been practicing making it for a few months and at least you didn't have to taste the first batch."<br/><br/>Elijah opened his bottle, sat over by the treeline and waited for her response.