Scavengers don't seem very likely, but there's no arguing that John has more here that most would want. If Wrench were to find himself pitched back into the unyielding current of the ocean, he wouldn't leave behind the kind of plunder anyone would rush to get. It almost amuses him to think of someone fighting over his leather jacket. Maybe they'd strip his motorcycle for parts, but it wouldn't be anything like the frenetic desire he imagines might prompt some people to come see what the mage has left behind.

He sees the shadow before the person themselves, and only just has time to register that they seem small. Wrench regrips the knife in his fist, thumb steadied atop the guard, and rounds the corner. It's Luna's hair he notices first. The blonde waves are so light in color they seem transformed into a mermaid-pastel glow under the slice of green moonlight. His lips part in surprise, and he quickly pushes the hand that holds the knife behind his back. There's nowhere good for Wrench to stash it away when he's dressed like he's either coming from or going to bed, and the vulnerability of his situation makes him scowl his displeasure.

Hi, he waves back with his left hand, but his Omni is still back in the pile of his makeshift bed. So he shows the same hand, palm up, and shakes it back and forth as if to indicate something he's not quite sure of. Then, he points to Luna.