[A flair for the dramatic to be sure. Tim raises his eyebrows faintly, but otherwise doesn't comment.]
I can deliver you to an island. It's hit or miss.
[He starts scanning the horizon, chewing on the wall of his cheek before he sights the presence of what he thinks might be the door out of this place. Or at least a door somewhere else.]
[He points. But he doesn't turn his back entirely; he doesn't let people walk behind him if he can help it. Moves with the kid at his periphery, well within eyesight.]
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I can deliver you to an island. It's hit or miss.
[He starts scanning the horizon, chewing on the wall of his cheek before he sights the presence of what he thinks might be the door out of this place. Or at least a door somewhere else.]
[He points. But he doesn't turn his back entirely; he doesn't let people walk behind him if he can help it. Moves with the kid at his periphery, well within eyesight.]