[He wraps his one arm tight around his shoulders, clinging to keep his weight up. Good to have a field Medic around, definitely. Even if he's an unusually chipper one, brightly voiced and a little bit manic.]

[He'll take it. Even if it involves someone he doesn't know getting this close.]

I've seen a few looming ends of the world. Sometimes with beaches in the background. It wouldn't really surprise me.

But ending up this far from home does.

[It's not the Seychelles, is it? The smell on the air is a little unfamiliar. More... domestic? ...than tropical. The birds he overhears are mundane, not the squawking of Costa Rica or the cawing of the local islands.]

[He digs his fingers into the Medic's coat when his leg nearly gives, grumbling a quiet "sorry" at the frustration in his own mobilty, and continues on at his side.]

Did you show up on the beach, too?