Mykael leaned against a tree, drinking water from a jug. Gregory sat perched on his shoulder, the gecko turning his head curiously at any sound. Smirking, the male shoved the water in his pocket and took Gregory in his hand. "Hey, at least you made it, bud," he muttered. "I mean, it'd be nice if my family survived, but hey, at least you're pretty chill." Mykael was actually quite happy he had at least some sort of companion---even if he wasn't too talkative.