Shimmering Sands O Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?

sorry for the late reply!

He had stayed back a little longer, a certain plant catching his eye as they made their way long the beach to what would be their camp for the night. He couldn't resist stopping to collect it—it was rare yet important, and he would be foolish to pass it up simply to stay close to the group. Many of them, he did not know very well yet, and although he viewed them as bothersome, he never let them know that. He might need them for something at some point, so best to keep them believing he gave two shits about them. 

He arrived with a mouthful of plants, dropping them near the rear of the group as he joined them. Walking forward, he moved to stand at Eartha's side, his deep voice spilling out as he moved. Oh, Kingsley, it's not nice to tease your captain. His voice was light and playful, but there was a threat hidden there, solidified with a challenging raise of his eyebrow. It would probably be imperceptible to the others, but he was sure Kingsley would understand. He turned to the group, not really caring about what had been discussed in his absence. If it was important, Latoya would fill him in, ever the reliable one, at least for him. It seemed the meeting was well on the way, so he dipped his head respectfully to Eartha and waited for her to continue.