As stubborn as a mule, and as aggressive as a rabid wolverine, Hemi listened to the self-elected leader of the group - Misses Medical Marvel herself - and then, once she had disappeared into the confines of the Apox once more, opened his ears to the similarly bullshit speech of Red Head. He decided to silently watch everything, remaining as motionless as a statue save for his eyes and nostrils, looking over the group carefully and probably going through the same thought process as a big cat on the savannah, selecting the weakest of the group as potential meals - in spite of his reputation, however, he actually only ate human flesh when he had to...not that that had stopped the media or the courts from demonising him by any means that they could.

From what he could tell, Red Head and Medical Lady were not all that different, really; both were armed and thought themselves well above all others because of it, both were slight women that likely would not last long without said weapons, and both thought that [b]they[/b] were the fucking leaders of the group. The truth was that [b]neither[/b] of them, save by the authority of their pistols and that alone, had any sway over the group at all! Hell, El-Eli-whatever had threatened him, them decided to ask him for help...who the fuck does that?!

No, he decided, he would not leave the group but he didn't have to help them either. If they wanted food and water, then they could go and get it, if they decided to move somewhere - somewhere away from the wreckage would be a good idea - then he would follow them, track them and generally observe them. Intelligent he may not be, not in the way that he admitted most of those present were, but he was cunning...and patient...[i]very patient[/i].

If only he had been born in a different time, in a different place, he would have made a fine chief! Sadly, for now, he was stuck here in a forest in God knew what country with several wounded inmates, a handful of seemingly mentally sharp but bodily inferior specimens, and two women who seemed to believe that they were the worlds fucking gift to this dishevelled assembly.

As his old dad used to say, and he was full of useful phrases and proverbs, "[i]Hemi, my boy, fuck 'em.[/i]"