Joe had listened to Elmina, she was trying to take a leadership role within the group it seemed. An admirable idea, though it would be a very difficult task to lead a band of convicted criminals. He had also taken a glance at the brute that entered the fold, The Beast, a huge man, undoubtedly strong, though he briefly wondered how mentally strong he was. Often times the giants of men weren't the strongest thinkers. He'd try to avoid that one.

He didn't really care to find out how exactly they ended up crashed on Earth. He was just thankful that he wasn't frozen in cryo anymore, it was a very boring way of life. Joe enjoyed freedom and that seemed to be what he had currently, though he wasn't huge on wandering in the wilderness alone. God only knew where they were, maybe miles from civilization. He had heard the others names and didn't recognize them other than the Russian politician. Joe always hated politicians, corrupt and power hungry every last one.

He had stayed silent as the group talked amongst themselves as he wondered about his next action. Joe's hand was on his wound, freshly healed by Elmina. That was taken care of well enough. It seemed his best course of action was to simply follow, not lead and not draw any unnecessary attention from the savages around him. He could make himself useful, make it seem like he actually cared about all the others and was all in for their ragtag criminal team. Maybe make an innocent suggestion or two, which was what he did as he approached Christine.

"We should think about splitting another small party off and sending them into the wilderness. Might be worth a shot, could find a deer and that would solve the food issue. Or find some signs of civilization even," Joseph said to her, then spoke a little more quietly. "It should be some people that actually come back to the rest of the group." 

And the type that won't murder each other while out in the woods. Though he left that part out, he figured she smart enough to come to that conclusion.