ilas scratched at his salt and pepper growth of facial fluff as he peered into the darkness. He had been a night shift worker before coming to PE so found it increasingly difficult to sleep while it was dark, and the nights seemed to be getting shorter so he had to make the most of it. Pinpricks of flames flickered behind him, but it did little to stop the engulfing darkness, so rich and deep compared to that of an Australian city that never slept.

He still felt out of place, that something wasn't quite right, but he had only awoken from cryo several hours ago and he expected the adjustment period to span at least a few days. The sun had been hot, he had heard many people complaining of it and the overwhelming increase in temperature since they arrived. They hadn't called it a sun though, Sol? He was sure that had been the word. Why it needed to be changed he wasn't sure. It was probably a good thing, they had to stop thinking of Earth and move on to a new way of living, for there was no going back.

The thought of that terrified him. He had overthought details on what was needed of him moving to PE, but hadn't actually spent the time to process the fact that everything and everyone he knew possibly no longer existed. He would feel more comfortable with his few things, whenever they arrived, especially the bulk of his medical supplies.

"Fuck it's hot," Silas mumbled to himself as he ambled past another soul who gave him a once over before continuing on. He had been getting a few of the stares since arriving, the other new arrivals probably were too. Curiosity at its finest. His few small items that he had been allowed to bring with him were slung in a bag over his shoulder with the necessities he had been provided. Tomorrow he would look into finding a place to live, he had put it off today, having been overwhelmed by a new place and not connecting to the fact that PE wasn't likely to have hotels yet.

Oblivious to his surroundings, not even noticing that he had passed the perimeter and somehow managed to miss a watcher, Silas didn't notice that there was another person in close proximity until they were crouched on the ground in front of him pleading. Silas arched forward, his eyes narrowing as he peered in for a closer look at the woman in front of him. "What sort of strife would you normally get into?" He asked curiously. "Are there already criminals on PE? I feel like that should have been in the pamphlet." Silas added seriously, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

Crouching down on the ground also, he brought his bag around and looked through the contents before pulling out the first aid kit. He was dressed in his scrubs, because they were the most comfortable and certainly the most weather appropriate thing he owned. He wasn't sure why it had been in his mind that PE was going to be cold when he packed his main spare outfit for an arctic winter. Flicking the clamp on the first aid kit he grabbed the little torch from on of the organized compartments and clicked it on, illuminating the woman in front of him. "Crikey. Doesn't anyone here know how to stay out of the sun? You look like a lobster with the boils of a witch." There were quite a few people, he had noticed with his own brief stint under the sol earlier today, that had sunburn, the none as severe as the little lady in front of him. Obviously a lot of people here so far weren't from the southern hemisphere and didn't know how to judge when to get out of the rays.

"How far away is this river then? We'll need some water. I could use a drink too. I'm assuming it's safe to drink?" Silas took a step towards the left, which would keep him traveling along the length of the river but not towards it. He flashed the light again towards her, taking in her shoulders one more time as he considered them. Most people normally didn't bother to come to a hospital for sunburn blisters, but on Earth it had been a lot easier to self treat them he assumed, as well as cleaner living conditions. She had been smart to seek someone out. "Can you make a fire?" A skill he wanted to learn, but hadn't had the change in his brief time on PE yet. The idea of sitting beside a fire wasn't an enticing one in this heat, but if he needed to lance her blisters he was going to need to sterilize his blade. The extra light wouldn't hurt either.