Sweet Little Lies

She briefly glanced over him, he didn’t seem to be a threat- a least his posture didn’t indicate so. Not that necessarily meant anything, but right now it seemed like he was friendly enough. She noticed leaves in his hand but they didn’t look like anything more than weeds to her. “Whatcha got there?”

Looking at the small collection that was being cradled between his side and the length of his arm, Parker picked up a stem that sprouted into a prickly green ball, and then purple garnishing it's tips. "This is some Great Burdock -- good for burns and bruises. We have Chamomile, and a few others." He didn't bother naming them all, mainly because quite a few were useless plants. Pretty though, nonetheless. "I work in the medical tent. Herbs, plants, and shit. What about you? Working out your arm?"

Diana took one last look back at the dropship before heading out on her own with her spear in hand. She was proud of making it, more proud of the knots and how she’d attached the jagged piece of metal to the end of the stick, and now she was going to learn how to use it. Survival class hadn’t exactly been weapons training, and they’d never use something so primitive anyway. But it was what Diana had to work with, and she’d decided to live up to the name of the goddess her mom had seemed to like so much. There had to be animals on the ground, right? Even if they’d been elusive up until now. And Diana wanted to be a hunter. it’s be much better than sitting around camp doing more domestic things, at least, and she was fast and not squeamish. 

Pace slowing, he noted someone aiming a spear. Assuming she was aimed towards the 'X', he stopped to watch. There was something satisfying in seeing others fail, and he had hoped this visit would prove to be worth it. Though, his heavy footfalls had the spear's tip aimed at him, and with hands playfully in the air, Parker replied. "S'not nice aiming spears at other people, either."