Bodhi's not exactly confident about being here, but having agreed to help Stone out right after the ferry departs, he might as well get here early on the off chance he can be useful. He feels deeply, utterly unqualified to give any pointers when he hardly understands this place himself. A month, two weeks of it unconscious and hallucinating, doesn't really cover much when everything's impossible.

But even if he's only helpful to one person, he doesn't think it's a complete waste. Uncomfortable for him, but not a waste. And he does have one thing working for him, not that he's aware of it. Even in the cool, eerie darkness, he has a supremely unthreatening air to him. He's only a bit on the short side, but he holds himself small and unassuming. His eyes are too big for his face and their natural expression is one of slightly pained bemusement. Despite a certain air of disreputability, he is the human equivalent of a spooked baby deer, whatever his surroundings.

It's not even an inaccurate impression, if you leave out all the desertion and deadly combat and gambling and the price on his head and various sorts of crimes. But he keeps all that to himself.

Not wanting to startle anybody, he confines himself to a wave and a shy smile to anyone who seems new or lost. It's a time when, if memory serves, delicacy was called for.