As the Night went on, the others found themselves exhausted, such is to be expected. The Adjustment period was soon to be over for them, for they were ready to explore the island, yet they'd wake to another crashing wave. Monica was tending to her crops in the morning as per usual before she even bothered to check on the others; they seemed fine and rather chipper considering the fact they accepted death. In fact, she thought they took it rather well. Though she did reflect on Naisha's words about how everyone is capable. 

[i]"She might be onto something... But for the time being it is most pertinent to stick to what I know as a medical doctor, and farmer."[/i] As she was finishing with her crops, she went to her home closer to the hills. There was a white looking house there that looked just as sterile as the medical Center Ferrer helped craft for her. This place was rather sterile as well, yet there was a sense of tranquility here. She had her own vegetables for herself aside from the ones for others that were grown for the islanders, sorta like how Cassius also had his own fruits growing. She was quite proud of this, smiling at her patch before going in. Here she got cleaned up, placing on her medical clothing before heading back to the medical center. 

She had a hopeful expression in her reflective eyes, and then she saw Cassius lumbering some unidentifiable man in. In which case she puffed her chest. 

"Heeeh...-Ughhh!" Cassius huffed as he set the man down. He huffed, puffed even. 

"What do you think you're doing? Carrying someone by themselves, I don't see Roy by you." Monica scolded. 

"Why, I'm helping a person that washed... Up. Of course." Cassius' delayed responses indicated he was out of breath, Monica pushed her land into the Base of Cassius' spine to adjust his posture; straightening his back and shoulders. There was an audible crack. "Ahhh!" The crack was quite pleasing in the most surprising way.

Monica went to look at the newcomer, taken back by the eyes and lack of face to see... Yet the frame in question seemed to be in his early and mid twenties. This however was just an approximation. "Subject is Male... Women don't have broad shoulders... Not usually... Top heavy... Wears armor... And burns up..." Monica held a hand over the person in question. She found herself unable to touch his face. "But seems incredibly weakened due to water... It is my prognosis that this man is weak to water, giving him any may result into further harm... avoid giving drinks as a form of nourishment..." She was writing on some form of tablet. Soon she set her tablet down and looked at Alex and Naisha. 

"You two want to help out with the salvage? I can't make you work, but it is better than laying in bed all day." Monica chuckled. 

Cassius poked the Feline Male's arm somewhat, rather curious of him. "Howdy."

"Where is Roy by the way?" Monica looked to Cassius. 

"He is getting dressed up, he actually did want to take me with him to explore the islands... We talked last night... Thinking if the girls were willing, that we could try to find something entirely new." Cassius spoke. 

"Have you two lost your minds!? Maria would never agree to this!" Monica stood up straight, worry in her eyes. "Absolutely not!"