Ami let her jaw drop for a moment.<em>Men? Men on our island? Men in the plane?</em>She tried to grasp the concept that there were now other people here, interrupting their perfect little world. She felt the rain dropping into her mouth and shut it. Listening to Aden talk to the outsiders made her insides drop. She did not approve of this idea, much less letting them into their home.<br/><br/>Still standing on the shore, Ami listened as Mel came up, inquiring about injuries.<em>Oh that would be great...outsiders with life threatening injuries...fan-fucking-tastic...</em>She let out a grunt under her breath as she ran to catch up with Aden. Jumping around the rocks of the shore of the river, she figured it was probably safer to stay up here than to get into the current. It was beyond her comprehension why Aden would still be walking in the mean flow of the river. She skin rippled over her muscles on her back, a tattoo of a tree, roots near her ass, limbs at her sholders, moved as if a wind was blowing through it. She bit her lip and she eyed the new men.<em>Gene and Michael...</em>she said, trying to make the names stick in her head. She let out a sigh of relief as the climb onto the shore.  The white sand of the bank quickly turned to forest floor, large rocks marking the edges of a path they had cut out. She quickly made her way down the path and to the outcropping where the make-shift shelter was.<br/><br/>It wasn't much. A wooden base off lifted off the ground, away for anything that might bite, sting, or pinch. The roof was tall, leaving quite a bit of space inside, and made of large, dried leaves. It wasn't leak-proof, but it was a hell of a lot better than sitting out in the pouring ran. A burned out fire pit sat under the roof, but not on the platform. She grabbed a crudely made spear from the shelter and sat down on the edge of the floor, not sure if they were going to be nice or not. She held the spear in her lap and let her legs dangle off the edge, swinging them like a little girl.