Hey, he's fine- he's just... been through a lot, that's all.

He shares Dinah's excitement, though, poking his head out. God, but the fresh air is nice. The smell of musty pine needles is, for once, surprisingly refreshing.

"No, I'm good." He climbs the last little bit out of the hole, and leans over to offer Dinah his hand before taking a good look around. "The island isn't that big... the fog is thick though, isn't it? Can't see more than twenty feet."