Michael was no stranger to wild parties himself, even if most of the time his involvement in those parties only extended as far as grumbling about too many people and mooching off the food. Trevor had always been more of the partying type, while Michael was just sort of the unwilling participant that got dragged along with him because he was in love with the coyote. Either way, the fugitive couldn't remember any times where a party had ended with him washing up on the lands of some unknown group, and for that he was grateful. It was bad enough that he had once had to drag himself to the Pitt in order to get treatment for his injuries. Needless to say, the bobcat wasn't a huge fan of being in unfamiliar territory unless he had intentionally chosen to be there. He also couldn't imagine the combo of hangover and seasickness that would come from being tossed around by the waves until you were deposited on the shore. Just thinking about it probably would've been enough to make the thief gag a little.

Either way, Michael found himself trailing after Gamelia when he heard Mallory's call, wondering who had decided to show up at their border this time. It wasn't that he didn't like having joiners, it was just that they had been getting some pretty damn odd ones lately... not that anybody would think him to be too normal, considering the scarring that littered his body and the jewelry he chose to decorate himself in. Either way, Michael was somewhat relieved to see that the voice at the border had been a seemingly normal husky, even if the smell of seawater on her was somehow even stronger than any Typhooners. Coming up beside Gamelia, the bobcat took a seat, wrinkling his nose a little at the strong salt scent before he spoke, "Uh, hey. What she said, plus, what's your name? You're kinda on a group's territory at the moment." It was sweet of Gamelia to be so concerned for this newcomer, but they also had themselves to worry about too, right?

Well, it seemed as though this new chick was just someone looking for somewhere to stay. That was a relief to Michael, who allowed himself a soft sigh as he watched the interaction between Gamelia and Mallory. It was a nice change of pace from things when he had first gotten here, dealing with threats like direwolves, and then later showing up to the border only to find a Pittian returning Roxie's kid. Hopefully Mallory wouldn't be anywhere near as much trouble. Or, if she was, hopefully she'd funnel that trouble to higher ups like Goldie, and not turn his life upside down with it. He was pulled from these thoughts when Mallory glanced in his direction, and the bobcat blinked in surprise before speaking, "Shit, right. Nice to meet you, Mallory. My name's Michael De Santa." He was still using his cover name when it came to joiners, just in case one day it finally happened that somebody recognized him as a wanted thief – he really hoped that day never came. When the canine then asked about food, Michael chuckled before responding, "I don't have anythin' on me, but we've got a tavern with food, and a prey stockpile, if you wanna try raiding that."