Coal. Michael had met the other a couple of times in the past, and each time had only further confirmed that the other was pretty damn odd. This time was no exception, although it was less because of the feline's actions, and more because of his muttering to himself. His talk of killing another collector within The Typhoon certainly wasn't uplifting, and Keona had already mentioned that it wasn't the best idea. The other dealer added on as he stepped inside, shaking his head from side to side, "Yeah, I really wouldn't recommend murdering one of your crewmates. That's pretty much immediate exile – or being killed yourself, if you're not lucky. Although, if you wanna kill somebody and take their stuff, you could always head for one of our enemies. Like the Coalition, or the Iron Forged. Assholes already stole from us..." The bobcat's voice lowered to a bit of a grumble at the end as he mentioned the Iron Forged, still feeling particularly bitter about that whole encounter. It was a coward's move, attacking a medic's domain while a group was trying to hold off another attack. Michael was honestly just lucky he had made it out with his life, considering he had been one of the only ones around to defend the place.

Shaking those bad memories off for now, the short feline's gaze moved to Coal's collection, scanning over the various bottlecaps that were spread out in front of the other. He could certainly understand collecting things – had done plenty of it, himself – but he didn't really get the point of collection bottlecaps. They weren't really worth anything, as far as he knew, and it wasn't as if they were as pretty as jewelry, or shells. Upon hearing Keona offer up her own past collection, Michael muttered casually, tail twitching behind him, "I collect jewelry, if you couldn't tell just by looking at me. I like the pretty stuff... not sure I could imagine collecting bottlecaps." As usual, his gold necklace hung around his neck, joined by various face piercings and gold bracelets. Although, truthfully, Michael liked collecting whatever he could steal. He tended to be a bit of a pack rat when it came to things he had stolen, much to the chagrin of his husband. The dealer really didn't think Trevor could say anything, though, considering how disorganized he was.

Even after being here for a while, Planecrash could count all the ribs that clung to his slightly less gaunt figure that had been thankfully been helped with food before he found himself catching a bit of prey with the guidance of one of his classmates so he wouldn't be completely useless to them after having been gone for such a long time. He had to relearn the layout of the camp and manage to find his old home, surprisingly not cleared out and taken by another member after all this time. Of course, it needed to be heavily cleaned and fixed up though.

Being a scientist had it’s perks though, as he had amassed several bits and pieces of things washed ashore and left behind by strangers passing the borders before leaving. Plane had even managed to make a small bit that he had help out with small chores and to make sure his adopted son wasn’t getting into trouble when he was busy. Anything to appeal his need for creation and to help out his clanmates in the best way he could given his inability to fight or be quite so social like some of these people.

The ginger tom padded forward as he caught eye of a small group formed around one of the small caves around the territory with the slight clatter of some sort of metal sounding in the middle of it. After giving a quick adjustment to his bag, the male found himself near Keona as he blinked through his thick goggles at the feline arranging bottle caps and speaking of ones with a star that seemed to appeal to her enough to think of murdering for it. Plane’s lips pressed into an awkward and thin line as he gave a quick nod as the others address the mention of such a troublesome act. “ I-I haven't managed to get out to search quite yet, but when I was here before, I had seen a few of those scattered deep in the sand!” He gave up this info to hopefully distract from the awkward vibes hovering around them.