As of late, Michael had been around the Typhoon for quite a bit. Nowhere near as long as some people, but he'd been on the pirate group's island for several weeks now, and he had been fairly active, curious to see what the Typhoon had to offer. Initially, he had just been intending to hang out and maybe find some places where he could snatch up valuables. However, now that quite a bit of time had passed, and he had come to regard most of the other Typhooners as family? He was pretty sure he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Therefore, when he heard an unfamiliar voice calling out to gather people around, he felt a sense of surprise and curiosity. Getting up to his paws from his porch, Michael brushed aside the leftover bones of a fish he had been devouring before he made his way over to where Roman, Aphra, and now Goldie had gathered.

Sitting back on his haunches, the bobcat settled beside Goldie before his little tail flicked and wagged back and forth behind him, curiosity making him excited, "Roman, eh? Real honorable name. My name's Michael De Santa, nice to meet you." Scanning over the cheetah in front of him, Michael found himself looking for anything of interest to him. He had been trying to get out of the habit of stealing from other crewmates, but if Roman had something to add to his collection of jewelry – currently glinting around his neck and paws and ears – then that would be even more exciting. His one non-blind blue eye darted around behind his aviators, a small smile upon his muzzle.