[color=Khaki][center][h2]Desmond Mores[/h2][/center][/color] 
[center]Interactions with his group[/center] 
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Desmond listened quietly to what the others said and replied to Erik's questions.[color=Khaki]"I would be okay with telling some stories and some about Amelia. Something relaxing to unwind with, right?"[/color] Amelia, it feels kinda weird to him to talk about Amelia given her state. Since it would be stories that would be better that she was there for. Taking part in the laughs, joy, excitement, suspense of sharing their memories. Like she was not in a deep sleep that who knows when she will wake up. Still, in a way, it would be like introducing her to the group before she wakes up. 

Looking around and he just spotted Dallas tossing away a blood pack, and it made Desmond think. What will Amelia be like as a revenant, her same old self or something else, since losing one's memories is par of the course from what he was told. Still, would she remember him? Their family? Their friends and live at their home? If she did not remember him or their family, then..... No, not now. Desmond did his best to bury the thought in his mind. This is not the time for this kind of thinking. He needs to be alert for Lost and not worry about that. They already faced and had some injuries from their first brush with Lost. They can not afford more in his mind.

So he went back to staying alert and wondering if they will find this mistle before they have to turn back and return to base. Still, he was in a talkative mood and replied more to the group. [color=Khaki]"Karaoke, that was a.... fun welcoming night, and that would be nice to do that again."[/color] Kinda fun to him, ignoring how bad his singing was. It was more fun just watching and listening to people sing and stuff. Granted, some of the music was... different than what he was raised with. Either way, when Amelia wakes up, it would be nice to have a karaoke night since she would love that. If they can find that microphone, that is.

So he went back to being on alert and scanning the landscape for any sign of Lost. They will not get close if he has any say about it, as he carried his rifle in his hands. Not noticing that Dallas tripped on a pebble and continued moving forward.