He sighed a bit, partly from road weariness. He'd been driving for quite some time, and even if you're just sitting there, it was its own form of tiring.<br/><br/>It was slow going, but Aaron was starting to connect the dots about what this place was; why it was so secluded, why it was apparently just him and these seven others,  why the sexes were even... "This better not turn into a bad horror movie." He said with a laugh, honestly trying to make a joke of the situation, and probably failing it.<br/><br/>"Nah, I'm good..." He'd say to Donna when offered the pot.  Most people would probably call him a party pooper or too straight laced, but Aaron never did anything illegal; no underage sneaking of booze and cigarettes, no pot, nothing stronger then that.  Maybe it was from his very serious parents, maybe it was his own personal leanings. Hard to say at this point.<br/><br/>After the final man had approached and joined them, Maggie went into her small spiel about the camp. Aaron listened to her, but again, she might note he's not looking directly at her; just in her direction. He is listening, he's just exceedingly timid, apparently. Out of all the men here, he will probably be the hardest to drag out of his shell.