Watching the woman seemly storm off without a word, Mathew seemed to have a ping of annoyance strike him. It was then he realized that she may have been struck with grief and exhaustion at the moment. So he decided to mind his own business, only silently agreeing with Ary's statement and began to look for other survivors. After taking a few steps, he found an curved branch within the sand. Taking it, he tested how strong the wood was and began to brainstorm what he could do to fashion his signature weapon of choice; a bow.<br/><br/>Picking up any and all flat and pointed rocks, Mathew began storing them in his jacket with only a jagged and sharp rock remaining in his hand. It was then that he began to make adjustments to the stick. He made a notch for where the arrow would go into, indents where the string could tie around, and made sure the stick was bent enough to fashion into a bow. Taking the stick, Mathew tucked in his shoulder for safe keeping as he began to look for anyone else that survived for a brief moment before following the man he spoke to earlier and the woman who seemly blew him off.