Valentin takes the offered bag, and brushes off a bit of the sand sticking to it. "It might." He nods at the beach, a motion meant to indicate the whole island. "But it's not like there'll be any reception out here anyways." His own phone is, he suspects, a lost cause. A shame, he hadn't backed it up in a while and had gotten some good pictures at the last party he'd been to.

Now that they've rescued his sister's things, it was time to find some other people. He looks around, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Which way, do you think?"