"Whenever I want to, sure," Stone answers. "I'm Stone. I'm a Raksura." He opens his mouth, tongue flicking out like a snake's might, to taste the air. It's a little longer than a typical human sort of tongue. He's tasting the air, testing to see if this one is human, or something else. Occasionally it's hard to tell, but scene usually helps give an idea. So many damn people here are human, so that's what he honestly expects.

"You cold?" he asks, noting the shivering. "We should get you new people to shore. There's more clothes and shit there, and a bonfire."