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Orion wolfed down the nut and turned towards the heap. As the rest of them spoke he pried open a second one. It didn't go as well as when Andromeda did it but he didn't care too much for style. He was glad they had something more to eat. He was going to need the energy for later.
He tried to look grave and hide his mirth when he saw Andromeda shiver. maybe nature was taking care of her for him. At the very least it'd weaken her. That combined with her fear of water left him with quite some options do deal with her. Corki shouldn't be too problematic either but Tom remained problematic. Then he made the same connection Andromeda had already made. Tom had quite a lot of metallic parts. If those started to rust he might be helpless. Orion didn't know just how water resistant he was. Maybe he didn't care for water, he had gotten out of the ship after all. It was something he'd have to look into further later. First he needed a way off this rock. He waited a bit, waiting for Andromeda to treat her hand and then cleared his throat.

"Listen everyone, I've been thinking a bit. we can't stay on this rock forever. I think we can all agree on that. No matter how idyllic and fun it might seem to keep messing about and falling in the water, we need to start thinking long term. I'm sure Andromeda's going to be able to shrug off this illness but sooner or later someone's going to get too ill. And then we'll be in trouble because there sure as hell aren't any apothecaries around the corner" he mumbled, all too well aware he wouldn't even have to catch an illness to die. if he ran out of pills he'd be in even more trouble.

"I'd say we go back to the ship. We need to see whether there's anything left to salvage. Something that will either get us off this rock or help us make our life a bit more...pleasant," he grunted. Maybe he'd find some bullets for his gun though he doubted those had been water-proof.