Adrian looked to the German in confusion... The accent threw him off terribly. "Ahh, yes, I agree with you Reinhardt," he said, not sure if he was supposed to be agreeing with anything. It seemed young Richard had already set off to gather the supplies... Adrian figured he should be as much of a help as he could, though heavy lifting seemed a daunting task with his ginger ankle. "I don't know how wise it is to wait for Dr. Hainic here. Who knows what scientific variables dictate where one would land whenever they warp to this new world? Hainic could be on the other side of the continent, for all we know, if he's not already here."<br/><br/>He scratched at his chin, where stubble was already beginning to form. He had made sure to stash a razor in his supplies as well... A man could not present himself as civilized if he was sporting a full beard in the middle of the summer season. Holding his hand out to Florence, he said, "Miss MacKinnon, if you would help escort me to the cargo... I don't trust my ankle to support me after that nasty fall." It was a thinly disguised excuse to hold her hand, and his wide grin would tip her off to that. It would be better than leaning on the sweaty Kraut for support, and that was Adrian Muir's logic.