He looks towards the trees, suddenly not as willing to help. Who knows what's out there? The beach feels safer; if anything or anyone is coming at you, you'll be able to spot it in time. Out in the jungle, they're sitting ducks. Sitting parrots. Whatever this crazy place has.

"We?" he asks, eyes widening. So there are others! Oh, thank goodness! This guy doesn't seem bad by a sight, but, well, it'll be nice to have some variety for however long they're marooned here.

Glancing over his shoulder, Adam points at a distant bed of sand. "Over there. I, um, I swam, though. Tide's a, well," he smiles awkwardly, "A major b-word."