Tybalt was far from the first within The Typhoon to have some regrets, and it was doubtful that he would be the last. Michael had made plenty of mistakes in his own past, even though he was fairly confident in the fact that he would repeat them all if given the chance, since they had led him here. Except, perhaps, he wouldn't kidnap that Tangler. If he had known at the time that she was pregnant, then he never would've laid a single paw on her. Regardless, the rest would probably play out all the same, no matter the circumstance. A life of thievery and murder, and a whirlwind and crazy romance that had eventually evolved into something genuinely loving, and full of heart. While the dealer knew he hadn't been a good person before arriving within The Typhoon, he liked to think that he had grown since then. After all, he now had more than just one friend, and he had a sprawling family of children and relatives that he loved incredibly dearly. If he hadn't grown in some way since his initial joining, then he certainly wouldn't be a dealer right now, either.

That was enough reminiscing for now, however. The ring of the bell throughout the archipelago territory told Michael that it was time to get up, since something was going on. Part of him wondered if it would be someone from Tanglewood, come to explain that letter from Sophiea, or why they hadn't been at this month's gathering. Curiosity was what pushed the bobcat up to his feet, jewelry glinting in the light as he eventually made his way to stand beside his fellow dealer. He offered Keona a short nod, before glancing over the newcomer. The guy definitely wasn't from Tanglewood, considering he didn't smell of the swamp at all, and he didn't really look familiar, either. That usually either meant that he was here to join, or that he was from one of the little groups that normally didn't show up on The Typhoon's radar. While either could have been true, Michael found himself questioning, "Hey there... you doing alright?" He gestured with one paw towards his own eyes, having managed to spot the faint wetness that the other's gaze still held. It seemed like he had been crying – maybe he was lost? It wouldn't be the first time they had someone lost and upset come wandering up to their border, but usually those who did were children. Michael kinda doubted this guy was just some lost kid, unless he had suddenly become very bad at judging ages.

Truth be told, it was easy for Michael to tell that Tybalt had been lying about his tears. That was mainly because the thief was pretty damn good at lying himself, and he had often used those skills to avoid having to talk about his feelings. However, it was because of this former experience that the bobcat didn't press the issue, knowing that it was unlikely to get them anywhere. If Tybalt truly wanted to talk to someone, it wasn't as if the feline couldn't seek them out. Hell, if he ended up joining, there were three healers alone that were eager to provide therapy – although, he hadn't seen the third one in quite a while. Shrugging that off for now, the dealer nodded along with Keona's words, adding on his own addition, "What she said. We're a bunch of rogues and pirates, all gathered together because we're fond of each other, supposedly." A bit of a crooked grin came to his face at that, making it clear that he was just joking around. He wanted to lighten the mood, considering Tybalt's current state.

When the somali cat spoke of joining, Michael was similarly caught off guard, having expected the guy to just go trudging off alone. Ty seemed like he was the self pitying type, and it wouldn't have surprised the fugitive if the other had decided to go and wallow, rather than making himself a home. Despite this, the dealer's surprise was pleasant, and the grin that had been on his face returned. He let out a short chuckle before he said, shaking his head, "We've got plenty of room on the crew, don't you worry. Although it'd be nice if you could share your name with us before you fully joined, since we wouldn't just be throwing things at you to get your attention. I'll go first though – I'm Michael Townley-Phillips. I'm a dealer here in The Typhoon." He doubted that Tybalt would know what the position meant, considering he had only just joined. However, it was pretty easy to put together from context clues that it was a high position, so he had never worried when introducing himself with it.